- edward
How came this blood on your shirt sleeve tell me?
O how came this blood o dear love, tell me.
It is the blood of the old greyhound
That traced that fox for me, rne, me,
That traced that fox for me.
It does look too pale for the old greyhound
That traced that fox for thee, thee, thee,
- long lankin
Says mylord to mylady as he mounted his horse,
“Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the moss.”
Says mylord to mylady as he went on his way,
“Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the hay.”
“See the doors are all bolted, see the windows all pinned,
And leave not a crack for a mouse to creep in.”
- lucy wan
Fair Lucy she sits in her father's garden
Weeping and making moan,
And by there come her brother dear,
“What ails thee, Lucy Wan?”
“I ail, I ail, dear brother,” she cried,
“And I'll tell you the reason why:
For there is a child between my two sides
- sheaf and knife
Oh it's whispered in the kitchen and it's whispered in the hall,
Oh, the broom blooms bonny and the broom blooms fair,
That the king's daughter goes with a child to her brother
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore.
He has taken his sister down to her father's deer park
Oh, the broom blooms bonny and the broom blooms fair,
Oh, with a yew-tree bow and arrow slung fast across his back
- the banks of fordie
There were three sisters lived in a bower
And they went out for to pull a flower,
They went out for to pull a flower,
Down by the bonnie banks o Fordie-o.
Now they had not pulled a flower but one
When up there stepped a banished man,
etc.
- the bonny hind
O may she comes, and may she goes,
Down by yon gardens green,
And there she spied a gallant squire
As squire had ever been.
And may she comes, and may she goes,
Down by yon hollin tree
And there she spied a brisk young squire,
- the bramble briar
In Bruton town there lived a farmer,
Who had two sons and one daughter dear.
By day and night they were conspiring
To fill their parents' heart with fear.
He told his secrets to no other,
But to her brother this he said:
“I think our servant courts our sister.
- the cruel mother
She leaned herself against a thorn
- All alone and so lonely,
And there she had two pretty babies born,
- And it's down by the greenwood side-o.
And she took off her ribbon belt,
And there she bound them hand and leg.
- the death of polly
“Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me,
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me,
Before we get married some pleasure to see.”
She got up behind him and away they did ride,
She got up behind him and away they did ride,
Over the hills and the valleys so wide.
- the fowler
Come all you young fellows that carry a gun,
I'll have you come home by the light of the sun.
For young Jimmy was a fowler, and a-fowling alone,
When he shot his own true love in the room of a swan.
As Polly went out in a shower of hail,
She crept unto the bushes herself to conceal
With her apron thrown over her, and he took her for a swan,
- the murder of maria marten
Come all you thoughtless young men,
A warning take by me
To think on my unhappy fate
To be hanged upon a tree.
My name is William Corder,
To you I do declare
I courted Maria Marten,
- the two brothers
There were two brothers in the north,
both jealous for their sisters love;
And the one unto the other said,
“Will you try a wrestle broter?”
O They warsled up and they warsled down,
Till the one he fell unto ground,
For there was a knife in his broter pouch,