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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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' O whaten-a mountain is yon,' she said, Sae dreary wi' frost and snae ?'—
' O yon is the mountain o' Hell,' he said, Where you and I will gae.
' But haud your tongue, my dearest dear,
Let a' your follies a-bee, I'll show where the white lilies grow,
In the bottom o' the sea.'
And aye as she turn'd her round about,
Aye taller he seem'd to be; Until that the tops o' that gallant ship
Nae taller were than he.
He strack the top-mast wi' his hand, The fore-mast wi' his knee ;
And he brake that gallant ship in twain, And sank her in the sea.
Clerk Colven
C LERK COLVEN, and his gay ladie. As they walk'd in yon garden green, The belt about her middle jimp
It cost Cierk Colven crowns fifteen.
snae] snow.          jimp ] slim, slender.
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