The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : with a Copious and Classified Index ...Jones and Company, 1834 |
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Strana vii
... Dear husband , take nojealous flights .. Do not my eyes , when I gaze on each feature .. Dear Marian , meek - eyed , placid maid .. Dear Chloe , come , give me sweet kisses Down by the river there grows a green willow .... Ere bright ...
... Dear husband , take nojealous flights .. Do not my eyes , when I gaze on each feature .. Dear Marian , meek - eyed , placid maid .. Dear Chloe , come , give me sweet kisses Down by the river there grows a green willow .... Ere bright ...
Strana viii
... dear ..... 54 O , yes , dear love , so tenderly . 241 When first Love came to dwell on earth ... 62 O , sweet ' tis to wander beside the hushed wave 245 When bidden to the wake or fair 77 Oft o'er the dark and gloomy sea .... 247 When ...
... dear ..... 54 O , yes , dear love , so tenderly . 241 When first Love came to dwell on earth ... 62 O , sweet ' tis to wander beside the hushed wave 245 When bidden to the wake or fair 77 Oft o'er the dark and gloomy sea .... 247 When ...
Strana xii
... dear Lumpkin , my own darling son ... 206 When Phoebus ' rays no more appear ... dear , now hear my plan Anxious by the gliding stream $ 97 GLEES , 15 And did you ne'er hear of an Irish haymaker .... Arrah , Paddy's my name , and a ...
... dear Lumpkin , my own darling son ... 206 When Phoebus ' rays no more appear ... dear , now hear my plan Anxious by the gliding stream $ 97 GLEES , 15 And did you ne'er hear of an Irish haymaker .... Arrah , Paddy's my name , and a ...
Strana xiii
... dear Rosa , " I'm summoned afar Fair Caroline was once my love 188 397 The morning was fine , and the month was July The priest of the parish must lead a rare happy life . ' Twas on the banks of Liffey's water . 317 Glowing with love on ...
... dear Rosa , " I'm summoned afar Fair Caroline was once my love 188 397 The morning was fine , and the month was July The priest of the parish must lead a rare happy life . ' Twas on the banks of Liffey's water . 317 Glowing with love on ...
Strana xvi
... Dear was the vale of my youth Llewellin , with his Patience dear . 13 O dear , O dear , good gentlefolks , may it be said . Of Madam Fig's gala and route 16 75 252 299 Oh , the lasses o ' Lunnon be sad wicked jades ...... Says Hodge one ...
... Dear was the vale of my youth Llewellin , with his Patience dear . 13 O dear , O dear , good gentlefolks , may it be said . Of Madam Fig's gala and route 16 75 252 299 Oh , the lasses o ' Lunnon be sad wicked jades ...... Says Hodge one ...
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Arrah Bacchus beauty Billy Taylor bless bonnie bosom brave bright charms cheer cried Cupid d'ye dance dear delight Derry devil Dibdin Don Giovanni drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair Fal lal fear fond Four-and-twenty girl give glass grog happy hark head hear heart heaven honour Jack jolly kiss ladies lass lassie laugh live look Lord love's lover ma'am maid Margate married merrily merry mind mirth Miss morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy play pleasure poor pray pretty Prince Hoare R. B. Sheridan Ri tol Robinson Crusoe rose round Shelah sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul SPOKEN sung sure sweet tear tell thee there's thing thou thought toast Tol de rol Tol lol true Twas Twill Warwickshire whack wife wind wine young zounds
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Strana 201 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich!
Strana 173 - Eagle screams, and passes by. 'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, 'Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, 'Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 'Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — 'No more I weep. They do not sleep. 'On yonder cliffs, a...
Strana 249 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Strana 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Strana 52 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!
Strana 195 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...
Strana 238 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Strana 148 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Strana 387 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Strana 134 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.