What is a ballad

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BALLAD
what is Ballad ?
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700A.M Ballads

A ballad is a short narrative folk song that focuses on the most dramatic part of a story. It moves to the conclusion using dialogue and a series of incidents. The word 700A.M Ballads


( ballad ) was first used to mean a simple short poem. It could be narrative or lyric " sung on not sung, crude on polite, sentimental on satiric, religious on secular. Example :

( the demon lover ) ( anonymous ) .





The Demon Lover
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Oh where have you been, my long lost love,
This long seven years and mair
Oh I'm come to seek my former vows
Ye granted me before


.Oh hold your tongue of your former vows
For they will breed sad strife
Oh hold your tongue of your former vows
For I am become a wife


He turned him right and round about;
And the tear blinded his ee
I wad never hae trodden this Irish ground
If it had not been for thee


I might hae had a king's daughter
Far, far beyond the sea
I might hae had a king's daughter
Had it not been for love o' thee


If ye might hae had a king's daughter
Yersel ye had to blame
Ye might hae taken the king's daughter
For ye kend that I was nane


If I was to leave my husband dear
And my two babes also,
O what hae you to take into
If with you I should go


I hae seven ships upon the sea
The eight brought me to land
With four and twenty bold mariners
And music on every hand


She has taken up her two little babies,
Kissed them baith cheek and chain
"O fair ye weel, myain two babes,
For I'll never see you again


She set her foot upon the ship
No mariners could she behold
But the sails were o the taffetie
And the masts o the beaten gold


She had not sailed a league, a league
A league but barely three,
Until she espied his cloven foot
And she wept right bitterly


O hold your tongue of your weping " says he
Of your weeping now let me be
I will shew you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy



O what hills are yon you pleasnt hills
That the sun shines sweetly on?
O yon are the hails of heaven, he said
Where you will never win


O what a mountain is yon " she cried,
All so dreary wi frost and snow
O yon is the mountain of hell " he cried
Where you and I will go


He strack the tap-most wi his hand
The tore-most wi his knee,
And he brake the gallant ship in twain
And sank her in the sea