These ballads often had a chorus or refrain in which every one joined.
So many people learned and repeated the ballads, and for three hundred years they were the chief literature of the people.
Captain Jim told tales, and Marshall Elliott sang old Scotch ballads
in a fine tenor voice; finally Captain Jim took down his old brown fiddle from the wall and began to play.
The moon served as a pretext for a thousand stale puns and a score of ballads
, in which bad taste contested the palm with ignorance.
Separating these, the board and trestles became a counter, the basket supplied the few small lots of fruit and sweets that he offered for sale upon it and became a foot-warmer, the unfolded clothes-horse displayed a choice collection of halfpenny ballads
and became a screen, and the stool planted within it became his post for the rest of the day.
The common folk held him dear, and his memory is still green in ballad
Sit quite still and don't talk: but you may sing a song, if you can sing; or you may say a nice long interesting ballad
- one of those you promised to teach me; or a story.
The endless ballad
had come to an end at last, and the whole diminished company about the camp-fire had broken into the chorus I had heard so often:
Some, who seemed to be better informed than the rest, declared that the "row" would begin with the ballad
of the KING OF THULE and rushed to the subscribers' entrance to warn Carlotta.
or Rocinante, for that, ladies mine, is my horse's name, and Don Quixote of La Mancha is my own; for though I had no intention of declaring myself until my achievements in your service and honour had made me known, the necessity of adapting that old ballad
of Lancelot to the present occasion has given you the knowledge of my name altogether prematurely.
With these religious services, probably derived from the white men, the tribes above-mentioned mingle some of their old Indian ceremonials, such as dancing to the cadence of a song or ballad
, which is generally done in a large lodge provided for the purpose.
Thanks to this change of position, he was able to listen to the ballad
with far less embarrassment than before.
Also, in the absence of an instrument, Michael would sing to the prompting and accompaniment of Steward's voice, who would begin by wailing "kow-kow" long and sadly, and then branch out on some old song or ballad
singer, in a dress of flaming scarlet, sang in the inevitable voice of brass.
The Story Girl selected the spot for the grave, in a little corner behind the cherry copse, where early violets enskied the grass in spring, and we boys dug the grave, making it "soft and narrow," as the heroine of the old ballad
wanted hers made.