ENGLISH SONGS AND BALLADS COMPILED BY T.W.H. CROSLAND [Illustration] LONDON GRANT RICHARDS 48 LEICESTER SQUARE 1902 Edinburgh: T. and A. CONSTABLE, (late) Printers to Her Majesty NOTE 'ENGLISH SONGS AND BALLADS' must not be regarded as 'a choice,' but simply as a bringing together of poetical pieces which are, presumably, well known to the average person,--that is to say, the compiler has endeavoured to illustrate the general taste rather than his own preference. INDEX OF FIRST LINES PAGE About the sweet bag of a bee, 113 A chieftain to the Highlands bound, 252 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever, 181 Agincourt, Agincourt, 78 Ah, my swete swetyng, 1 Alas! my love, you do me wrong, 17 Allen-a-Dale has no faggot for burning, 247 All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, 129 All ye woods, and trees, and bowers, 13 And did you not hear of a jolly young Waterman, 201 An old song made by an aged old pate, 59 A parrot from the Spanish main, 261 Arm, arm, arm, arm, the scouts are all come in, 16 A simple child, 241 As I came thro' Sandgate, 196 Ask me no more where Jove bestows, 107 Ask me no more, the moon may draw the sea, 337 A spirit haunts the year's last hours, 330 As thro' the land at eve we went, 331 A sweet disorder in the dress, 115 Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise, 309 A weary lot is thine, fair maid, 246 A Well there is in the west country, 233 A wet sheet and a flowing sea, 267 * * * * * Beauty clear and fair, 14 Be it right or wrong, these men among, 39 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, 273 Bird of the wilderness, 265 Blame not my Lute! for he must sound, 4 Blow, blow, thou winter wind, 80 Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear, 201 Break, break, break, 328 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride, 135