Presentation on theme: "Medieval English Ballads"— Presentation transcript:
1Medieval English Ballads Introduction to English LiteratureChankil Park
2The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens The King sits in Dunfermline town,Drinking the blood-red wine;"O where shall I get a skeely(skilful) skipperTo sail this ship or mine?"Then up and spake an eldern(elderly) knight,Sat at the King's right knee:"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailorThat ever sailed the sea."
3The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens The King has written a broad letter,And sealed it with his hand,And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,Was walking on the strand."To Noroway, to Noroway,To Noroway o'er the foam;The King's daughter of Noroway,'Tis thou must fetch her home."
4The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens The first line that Sir Patrick read,A loud laugh laughed he;The next line that Sir Patrick read,The tear blinded his ee."O who is this has done this deed,Has told the King of me,To send us out at this time of the year,To sail upon the sea?
5The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens "Be it wind, be it wet, be it hail, be it sleet,Our ship must sail the foam;The king's daughter of Noroway,'Tis we must fetch her home."They hoisted their sails on Monenday morn,With all the speed they may;And they have landed in NorowayUpon a Wodensday
6The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens They had not been a week, a week,In Noroway but twae(two),When that the lords of NorowayBegan aloud to say, -"Ye Scottishmen spend all our King's gowd(go ld),And all our Queenis fee.""Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!So loud I hear ye lie
7The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens "For I brought as much of the white monie(m oney)As gane(go) my men and me,And a half-fou(full) of the good red gowdOut o'er the sea with me."Make ready, make ready, my merry men all,Our good ship sails the morn.""Now, ever alack(alas), my master dearI fear a deadly storm.
8The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens "I saw the new moon late yestreen(last night)With the old moon in her arm;And if we go to sea, master,I fear we'll come to harm."They had not sailed a league, a league,A league but barely three,When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,And gurly grew the sea.
9The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens The ankers brake and the top-masts lap,It was such a deadly storm;And the waves came o'er the broken shipTill all her sides were torn."O where will I get a good sailorWill take my helm in hand,Till I get up to the tall top-mastTo see if I can spy land?"
10The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens "O here am I, a sailor good,Will take the helm in hand,Till you go up to the tall top-mast,But I fear you'll ne'er spy(espy, descry) land."He had not gone a step, a step,A step but barely ane(one),When a bolt flew out of the good ship's side,And the salt sea came in.
11The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens "Go fetch a web of the silken cloth,Another of the twine,And wap them into our good ship's side,And let not the sea come in."They fetched a web of the silken cloth,And they wapp'd them into the good ship's si de,But still the sea came in.
12The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens O loth(reluctant), both, were our good Scots l ordsTo wet their cork-heel'd shoon,But long ere all the play was play'dThey wet their hats aboon(above).And many was the feather-bedThat fluttered on the foam;And many was the good lord's sonThat never more came home.
13The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens The ladies wrang(twisted) their fingers white,The maidens tore their heair,All for the sake of their true loves,For them they'll see nae mair.O lang(long), lang may the maidens sitWith their gold combs in their hair,All waiting for their own dear loves,For them they'll see nae(no) mair(more).
14The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens O forty miles of Aberdeen,'Tis fifty fathoms deep;And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens,With the Scots lords at his feet.
15Lord Randall "Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall my son? O where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man?""I ha'e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed s oon,For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.""Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randall my son?Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?""I dined wi' my true love; mother, make my bed soon,
16Lord Randall "What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randall my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man ?""I gat eels boiled in broo: mother, make my bed soon,For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.""What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randall my son?What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome yo ung man?""O they swelled and they died: mother, make my bed soon,for I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."
17Lord Randall "O I fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randall my son! O I fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man! ""O yes, I am poisoned: mother, make my bed soon,For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down."
18The Wife of Usher’s Well THERE lived a wife at Usher’s Well,And a wealthy wife was she;She had three stout and stalwart sons,And sent them oer the sea.They hadna been a week from her,A week but barely ane,Whan word came to the carline wifeThat her three sons were gane.
19The Wife of Usher’s Well They hadna been a week from her,A week but barely three,Whan word came to the carlin(an old) wifeThat her sons she’d never see.“I wish the wind may never cease,Nor fashes(worries, bothers, annoys) in theflood,Till my three sons come hame to me,In earthly flesh and blood.”
20The Wife of Usher’s Well It fell about the Martinmass,When nights are lang and mirk(dark).The carlin wife’s three sons came hame,And their hats were o the birk(birch).It neither grew in syke nor ditch(small stream) ,Nor yet in ony sheugh(ditch);But at the gates o Paradise,That birk grew fair eneugh.
21The Wife of Usher’s Well “Blow up the fire, my maidens,Bring water from the well;For a’ my house shall feast this night,Since my three sons are well.”And she has made to them a bed,She’s made it large and wide,And she’s taen her mantle her about,Sat down at the bed-side.
22The Wife of Usher’s Well Up then crew the red, red cock,And up and crew the gray;The eldest to the youngest said,“’Tis time we were away.”The cock he hadna crawd but once,And clappd his wings at a’,When the youngest to the eldest said,“Brother, we must awa(away).”
23The Wife of Usher’s Well “The cock doth craw, the day doth daw(dawn),The channerin(fretting) worm doth chide;Gin(If) we be mist out o our place,A sair(sore) pain we maun(must) bide(abide).“Lie still, lie still but a little wee while,Lie still but if we may;Gin my mother should miss us when she wak es,She’ll go mad ere it be day.”
24The Wife of Usher’s Well “Faer ye weel, my mother dear!Fareweel to barn and byre(cow house)!And fare ye weel, the bonny lassThat kindles my mother’s fire!”