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
... land of France , farewell 447 Blow , blow , thou wintry wind 17 Page 182 Deep in the fountain of this beating heart Deep in a vale a cottage stood Dear husband , take nojealous flights .. Do not my eyes , when I gaze on each feature ...
... land of France , farewell 447 Blow , blow , thou wintry wind 17 Page 182 Deep in the fountain of this beating heart Deep in a vale a cottage stood Dear husband , take nojealous flights .. Do not my eyes , when I gaze on each feature ...
Strana xi
... land .. 378 That life is a picture of strange things and ways The newspaper , while with attention I view 396 400 I was , d'ye see , a waterman . The world's seven wonders every child doth know .. Tom and Jerry's sprees 405 There was a ...
... land .. 378 That life is a picture of strange things and ways The newspaper , while with attention I view 396 400 I was , d'ye see , a waterman . The world's seven wonders every child doth know .. Tom and Jerry's sprees 405 There was a ...
Strana xii
... land A round , a round , a merry laughing round Blow , warder , blow thy sounding horn Bacchus and Venus once in heaven Cold is Cadwallo's tongue Come , push about the grog , and drink , boys , drink 394 Deserted by declining day ( a ...
... land A round , a round , a merry laughing round Blow , warder , blow thy sounding horn Bacchus and Venus once in heaven Cold is Cadwallo's tongue Come , push about the grog , and drink , boys , drink 394 Deserted by declining day ( a ...
Strana xiii
... land 121 430 433 368 How stands the glass around .... 436 There was an Irish lad 387 ' Twas Paddy O'Flannighan set ... lands afar 339 Little thinks the townsman's wife 77 Loud the trump of war was blowing .. 175 286 My arm is my ...
... land 121 430 433 368 How stands the glass around .... 436 There was an Irish lad 387 ' Twas Paddy O'Flannighan set ... lands afar 339 Little thinks the townsman's wife 77 Loud the trump of war was blowing .. 175 286 My arm is my ...
Strana xiv
... land 402 O , mirk , mirk is this midnight hour 346 425 ....... 429 O Logie , o ' Buchan , O Logie , the laird Pibroch , of Donnell Dhu 427 152 The topsails shiver in the wind .. 434 Roy's wife of Aldivalloch .... 167 Unfurled were the ...
... land 402 O , mirk , mirk is this midnight hour 346 425 ....... 429 O Logie , o ' Buchan , O Logie , the laird Pibroch , of Donnell Dhu 427 152 The topsails shiver in the wind .. 434 Roy's wife of Aldivalloch .... 167 Unfurled were the ...
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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.