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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... sure a pack of cards 170 Amphion's lute and Orpheus ' lyre 146 The dragon of Wantley , round as a butt .. 177 This world up of evils is made Tea - kettles are beautiful things To a village that skirted the sea The spruce Mr. Clark They ...
... sure a pack of cards 170 Amphion's lute and Orpheus ' lyre 146 The dragon of Wantley , round as a butt .. 177 This world up of evils is made Tea - kettles are beautiful things To a village that skirted the sea The spruce Mr. Clark They ...
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... sure I can't sing an oration Trip over the bogs and be frisky 113 127 233 T'other night , faith ! I went to the wake of a friend 255 The plant that blooms for ever ...... Adieu , sweet maid , this trembling heart ... Cease , cease ...
... sure I can't sing an oration Trip over the bogs and be frisky 113 127 233 T'other night , faith ! I went to the wake of a friend 255 The plant that blooms for ever ...... Adieu , sweet maid , this trembling heart ... Cease , cease ...
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... sure the news is true ? 219 We're a ' noddin 208 Away , ye gay landscapes , ye gardens of roses . 227 A Highland laddie heard of war .... ......... 285 What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie What ails this heart o ' mine ...
... sure the news is true ? 219 We're a ' noddin 208 Away , ye gay landscapes , ye gardens of roses . 227 A Highland laddie heard of war .... ......... 285 What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie What ails this heart o ' mine ...
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... sure to do it in the right key . ' Sweet echo , sweet echo , ' Bravo ! bravo ! very well sung , Jolly companions every one . Thus the Nightingale - Club , & c . ADDITIONAL VERSE . Mr. Sneak had a wife who was peevish , they say , And ...
... sure to do it in the right key . ' Sweet echo , sweet echo , ' Bravo ! bravo ! very well sung , Jolly companions every one . Thus the Nightingale - Club , & c . ADDITIONAL VERSE . Mr. Sneak had a wife who was peevish , they say , And ...
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... Sure token that his love's unsound : But Lubin nothing could remove , Sure token his is constant love . To find the man who loves me best , 66 Fly , " said I , " south , north , east , and west , ' " The ladybird is westward flown , For ...
... Sure token that his love's unsound : But Lubin nothing could remove , Sure token his is constant love . To find the man who loves me best , 66 Fly , " said I , " south , north , east , and west , ' " The ladybird is westward flown , For ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.