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
... Tell me where is fancy bred .... Hard is the heart that never felt for woman in distress 340 83 The sky is glad that ... tell me , says Rosa , as kissing and kissed 249 My mother pretends for a wife I'm too young My Fanny , I love thee ...
... Tell me where is fancy bred .... Hard is the heart that never felt for woman in distress 340 83 The sky is glad that ... tell me , says Rosa , as kissing and kissed 249 My mother pretends for a wife I'm too young My Fanny , I love thee ...
Strana viii
... tell why 392 Of all the girls that I have seen 116 The orange - flowers on Cuba's strand .......... 398 O , I can bear my fate no longer 122 Tell me not of joys above 403 O , the days are gone when beauty bright .... 1:30 Those pretty ...
... tell why 392 Of all the girls that I have seen 116 The orange - flowers on Cuba's strand .......... 398 O , I can bear my fate no longer 122 Tell me not of joys above 403 O , the days are gone when beauty bright .... 1:30 Those pretty ...
Strana ix
... tell me I've proved unkind to my lass . 179 As the punishment of crime 438 To Anacreon in heaven , where he sat in full glee The bards , we're told , in ancient lore The women all tell me I'm false to my lass Though my voice can't ...
... tell me I've proved unkind to my lass . 179 As the punishment of crime 438 To Anacreon in heaven , where he sat in full glee The bards , we're told , in ancient lore The women all tell me I'm false to my lass Though my voice can't ...
Strana xi
... tell , oh ! .. 151 Page Though bang up prime has been the rage in Bond- street and the City ........ 167 A kernal from an apple core A sailor's life's a life of woe 6 .......... 92 Though Bridget cannot boast of charms 169 A sailor's ...
... tell , oh ! .. 151 Page Though bang up prime has been the rage in Bond- street and the City ........ 167 A kernal from an apple core A sailor's life's a life of woe 6 .......... 92 Though Bridget cannot boast of charms 169 A sailor's ...
Strana xiii
... tell you what is true ..... Folks tell you a Jew is a rogue I once was but a pedler , and my shop was in my box 262 I'm the Jew Zedekiah 194 Some pity afford to a poor soldier's daughter 163 412 215 The soldier tired of war's alarms ...
... tell you what is true ..... Folks tell you a Jew is a rogue I once was but a pedler , and my shop was in my box 262 I'm the Jew Zedekiah 194 Some pity afford to a poor soldier's daughter 163 412 215 The soldier tired of war's alarms ...
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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.