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  • "Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
    Why weep ye by the tide?
    32 lines
  • The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
    And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
    30 lines
  • Proud Maisie is in the wood,
            Walking so early;
    18 lines, 3 comments
  • O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
    Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
    18 lines
  • O lovers' eyes are sharp to see,
    And lovers' ears in hearing;
    32 lines, 2 comments
  • It was an English ladye bright,
    (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
    32 lines
  • The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn,
    To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo!
    208 lines
  • O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
    Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
    48 lines, 6 comments
  • The toils are pitched, and the stakes are set,
    Ever sing merrily, merrily;
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Where shall the lover rest
    Whom the fates sever
    41 lines
  • So goodbye, Mrs. Brown,
    I am going out of town,
    13 lines
  • Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
    To all the sensual world proclaim,
    4 lines, 3 comments
  • O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
    And Greta woods are green,
    71 lines
  • A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
    A weary lot is thine!
    21 lines
  • O listen, listen, ladies gay!
    No haughty feat of arms I tell;
    64 lines
  • Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh
    The sun has left the lea,
    17 lines, 1 comment
  • To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke.
    'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;
    71 lines
  • Where shall the lover rest
    Whom the fates sever
    43 lines, 1 comment
  • Look not thou on beauty's charming;
    Sit thou still when kings are arming;
    8 lines
  • The sun upon the lake is low,
    The wild birds hush their song,
    26 lines
  • Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
    As in that well-remember’d night
    31 lines
  • Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark,
    On purple peaks a deeper shade descending;
    29 lines
  • Bring the bowl which you boast,
    Fill it up to the brim;
    26 lines
  • Pibroch of Donail Dhu
    Pibroch of Donuil,
    43 lines
  • From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,
    And eyed the dawning red:
    330 lines
  • In peace, Love tunes the shepherd’s reed;
    In war, he mounts the warrior’s steed;
    8 lines
  • The glowing censers, and their rich perfume;
    The splendid vestments, and the sounding choir;
    31 lines
  •         Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
                Sleep the sleep that knows n
    37 lines
  • He is gone on the mountain,
    He is lost to the forest,
    25 lines
  • O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
    And Greta woods are green,
    69 lines
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