An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings, "Ba lilly wean, Little ken I my bairn''s father, Far less the land that he staps in . (Child Ballad, no. 113) So begins a stunning tale of love, loss and revenge, against a powerful læs mere hos Plusbog
An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings, "Ba lilly wean, Little ken I my bairn''s father, Far less the land that he staps in . (Child Ballad, no. 113) So begins a stunning tale of love, loss and revenge, against a powerful læs mere hos Plusbog