Ballads, English -- Texts; Songs, English -- Texts
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind
Tell me, where is fancy bred
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
The boy stood on the burning deck
The breaking waves dashed high
The bride cam' out o' the byre
The deil cam' fiddlin' thro' the toun
The feathered songster chanticleer
The fountains mingle with the river
The glories of our blood and state
The harp that once through Tara's halls
The King sits in Dunfermline town
The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he 's great
The lawns were dry in Euston park
The minstrel boy to the war is gone
There be none of Beauty's daughters
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
There come seven gypsies on a day
There is a garden in her face
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
There was a youth, a well beloved youth
There was three kings into the East
There were three ladies play'd at the ba'
There were three sailors of Bristol city
The splendour falls on castle walls
The stars are with the voyager
The stately homes of England
The time I've lost in wooing
They grew in beauty side by side
Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
'Tis the last rose of summer
Toll for the brave
Turn, gentle hermit of the dale
'Twas in the prime of summer time
Under the greenwood tree
Was this fair face the cause, quoth she
Wha 'll buy my caller herrin'
When all among the thundering drums
When all is done and said
When Britain first, at Heaven's command
When cats run home, and light is come
When daffodils begin to peer,
When daisies pied and violets blue,
When Hercules did use to spin
When icicles hang by the wall
When love with unconfined wings
When o'er the hill the Eastern star
When the British warrior queen
When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye 's come hame
When this old cap was new
When we two parted
Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I
While larks with little wing
Who is Sylvia? what is she
Why does your brand so drop with blood
Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
With fingers weary and worn
Ye gentlemen of England
Ye little birds that sit and sing
Ye mariners of England
You are old, father William, the young man cried
You spotted snakes with double tongue
INDEX OF AUTHORS
ANONYMOUS
BARNARD, LADY ANNE
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
BLAKE, WILLIAM
BLOOMFIELD, ROBERT
BRETON, NICHOLAS
BROWNING, ROBERT
BURNS, ROBERT
BYRON, LORD
CAMPBELL, THOMAS
CAMPION, THOMAS
CAREW, THOMAS
CAREY, HENRY
CHALKHILL, JOHN
CHATTERTON, THOMAS
CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH
COCKBURN, MRS
COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR
COWPER, WILLIAM
CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN
DALRYMPLE, SIR DAVID
DIBDIN, CHARLES
DRAYTON, MICHAEL
DUFFERIN, LADY
EDWARDES, RICHARD
FLETCHER, JOHN
GARRICK, DAVID
GAY, JOHN
GOLDSMITH, OLIVER
HAMILTON, WILLIAM
HEMANS, FELICIA
HERBERT, GEORGE
HERRICK, ROBERT
HEYWOOD, THOMAS
HOGG, JAMES,
HOLCROFT, THOMAS
HOOD, THOMAS
HOUGHTON, LORD
JONSON, BEN
KEATS, JOHN
KINGSLEY, REV. CHARLES
LOVELACE, RICHARD
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