Quiller-Couch, Arthur, ed. (1863–1944). The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910.
Index of First Lines
- About Yule, when the wind blew cule
- Adieu, madame, my mother dear
- A fair maid sat in her bower-door
- All the trees they are so high
- All under the leaves and the leaves of life
- An ancient story I’ll tell you anon
- An earthly nourrice sits and sings
- Annan water’s wading deep
- A ship I have got in the North Country
- As I pass’d by a river side
- As I sat under a sycamore tree
- As it befel in midsummer-time
- As it fell on a holy-day
- As it fell out on a long summer’s day
- As it fell out one May morning
- As it fell out upon a day
- As I was a-walking mine alane
- As I was cast in my first sleepe
- As I was walking all alane
- As I was walking mine alane
- A’ the boys of merry Lincoln
- A wonder stranger ne’er was known
- Be it right or wrong, these men among
- But how many months be in the year?
- By Arthur’s Dale as late I went
- Can I not sing but ‘Hoy’
- Childe Maurice hunted the Silver Wood
- Childe Waters in his stable stood
- Clerk Colven, and his gay ladie
- Clerk Saunders and may Margaret
- Come, all you brave gallants, and listen a while
- Come, gentlemen all, and listen a while
- Come listen to me, you gallants so free
- Cospatrick has sent o’er the faem
- Der lived a king inta da aste
- Erlinton had a fair daughter
- Ettrick Forest is a fair forest
- Fair Margret was a proud ladye
- False Sir John a-wooing came
- Foul fa’ the breast first treason bred in!
- Four-and-twenty nobles rade to the King’s ha’
- Glasgerion was a King’s own son
- God! let never soe old a man
- God send the land deliverance
- Gude Lord Scroope ’s to the hunting gane
- Hearken to me, gentlemen
- Her mother died when she was young
- Hie upon Hielands
- Hit wes upon a Scere-thorsday
- Hynd Horn’s bound, love, and Hynd Horn’s free
- I am as brown as brown can be
- I have heard talk of bold Robin Hood
- I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low
- I herde a carpyng of a clerk
- In Cawsand Bay lying, with the Blue Peter flying
- In London was Young Beichan born
- In Scarlet town, where I was born
- In seventeen hundred and ninety-four
- In somer, when the shawes be sheyne
- In summer time, when leaves grow green
- In the third day of May
- Inverey cam’ doun Deeside, whistlin’ and playin’
- It fell about the Lammas tide
- It fell about the Martinmas
- It fell about the Martinmas time
- It fell about the Martinmas tyde
- It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day
- It fell upon a Wadensday
- It’s Lamkin was a mason good
- It’s narrow, narrow, mak your bed
- It was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight
- It was a knight in Scotland born
- It was intill a pleasant time
- It was the worthy Lord of Lorn
- I was a lady of high renown
- I was but seven year auld
- I wish I were where Helen lies
- Jesus, Lord mickle of might
- Johnnie rose up in a May morning
- Joseph was an old man
- Kinge Arthur lives in merry Carleile
- King Easter has courted her for her lands
- Lady Alice was sitting in her bower-window
- Late at een, drinkin’ the wine
- Let never a man a wooing wend
- Lithe and listen, Gentlemen
- Lord Bateman was a noble lord
- Lord Ingram and Childe Vyet
- Lordings, listen, and hold you still
- Lord Lovel he stood at his castle-gate
- Lord Thomas and Fair Annet
- Lully, lulley! lully, lulley!
- Marie Hamilton’s to the kirk gane
- Mark this song, for it is true
- May Margaret sits in her bower door
- Mery it was in the grene foreste
- My love has built a bonny ship, and set her on the sea
- My love he built me a bonny bower
- My plaid awa’, my plaid awa’
- Now is Christëmas y-come
- Now Liddesdale has lain lang in
- Now Liddesdale has ridden a raid
- Now list and lithe, you gentlemen
- Now ponder well, you parents dear
- O Alison Gross, that lives in yon tow’r
- O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray
- O bonny Baby Livingston
- O brent’s your brow, my Lady Elspat
- O did ye ever hear o’ brave Earl Brand?
- Of a’ the maids o’ fair Scotland
- O have ye na heard o’ the fause Sakelde?
- O heard ye na o’ the silly blind Harper
- O I forbid you, maidens a’
- O Jellon Grame sat in Silverwood
- O lady, rock never your young son young
- O rose the Red and White, Lilly
- O the Ploughboy was a-ploughing
- Our King he kept a false steward
- O Well’s me o’ my gay goss-hawk
- O wha will shoe my bonny foot?
- O wha would wish the wind to blau
- O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son
- O where hae ye been, my long, long love
- O willie’s large o’ limb and lith
- O wow for day!
- Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye
- ‘Rise up, rise up, now Lord Douglas,’ she says
- Saies, Come here, cuzen Gawaine so gay
- Saint Stephen was a clerk
- She lean’d her back unto a thorn
- Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds
- Sweet Willy’s ta’en him o’er the faem
- The Angel Gabriel from God
- The bonny heir, and the well-faur’d heir
- The Duke of Gordon had three daughters
- The eighteenth of October
- The first good joy our Mary had
- The gardener stands in his bower-door
- The George-Aloe, and the Sweepstake, too
- The king sits in Dunfermline town
- The maid she went to the well to washe
- The Percy out of Northumberland
- There are twelve months in all the year
- There cam’ seven Egyptians on a day
- There is a feast in your father’s house
- There lived a wife at Usher’s well
- There was a knight and a lady bright
- There was a may, and a weel-far’d may
- There was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar
- There was a youth, and a well-belovèd youth
- There were three ladies play’d at the ba’
- There were three ravens sat on a tree
- There were three sisters fair and bright
- There were twa brethren in the North
- There were twa sisters sat in a bour
- There where three ladies live in a bower
- The wind doth blow today, my love
- The young lords o’ the north country
- This ae nighte, this ae nighte
- This winter’s weather it waxeth cold
- Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare
- True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank
- Turn, Willie Macintosh
- When captains couragious, whom death could not daunte
- When Robin Hood and Little John
- When shaws beene sheene, and shradds full fayre
- When we were silly sisters seven
- Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude
- Willie stands in his stable door
- Willie, Willie, what makes you sae sad?
- Will you hear a Spanish lady
- Willy’s rare, and Willy’s fair
- Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands
- Ye maun gang to your father, Janet
- You beauteous ladies great and small
- Young bekie was as brave a knight