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Title: English Songs and Ballads

Author: Various

Release Date: August 2, 2007 [EBook #22223]

Language: English

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*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH SONGS AND BALLADS ***

Produced by Lewis Jones

Crosland, T.W.H. [ed.] (1903) "English Songs and Ballads"
(The World's Classics Series)

(Produced by Lewis Jones)

ENGLISH SONGS AND BALLADS

COMPILED BY T W. H. CROSLAND

LONDON
GRANT RICHARDS
48 LEICESTER SQUARE
1903

Edinburgh: Printed by T. and A. CONSTABLE

First Impression April 1902
Second Impression April l903

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

(Transcriber's note: No author is cited for the first song in the
collection, "My Swete Sweting." Page references in the "Index of
First Lines" and in the "Index of Authors" have been expunged
since they do not apply to this electronic version; please use
electronic searches to locate poems.)

About the sweet bag of a bee
A chieftain to the Highlands bound
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
Agincourt, Agincourt
Ah, my swete swetyng
Alas! my love, you do me wrong
Allen-a-Dale has no faggot for burning
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd
All ye woods, and trees, and bowers
And did you not hear of a jolly young Waterman
An old song made by an aged old pate
A parrot from the Spanish main
Arm, arm, arm, arm, the scouts are all come in
A simple child
As I came thro' Sandgate
Ask me no more where Jove bestows
Ask me no more, the moon may draw the sea
A spirit haunts the year's last hours
As thro' the land at eve we went
A sweet disorder in the dress
Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise
A weary lot is thine, fair maid
A Well there is in the west country
A wet sheet and a flowing sea

Beauty clear and fair
Be it right or wrong, these men among
Believe me, if all those