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 - Ballads, English |
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Page vii
... give me sweet kisses Down by the river there grows a green willow .... Ere bright Rosina met my eyes 31 68 ... 159 252 253 330 388 376 Back and syde go bare , go bare ... 151 Crabbed age and youth Fly from the world , O Bessy , to me ...
... give me sweet kisses Down by the river there grows a green willow .... Ere bright Rosina met my eyes 31 68 ... 159 252 253 330 388 376 Back and syde go bare , go bare ... 151 Crabbed age and youth Fly from the world , O Bessy , to me ...
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... give like that it 371 takes away ..... 419 397 The skylark calls , I hear his matin lay .. 434 408 The wild Gazelle on Judahs ' hills 436 434 443 your life 58 The rose had been washed , just washed in a shower 444 Why should we the days ...
... give like that it 371 takes away ..... 419 397 The skylark calls , I hear his matin lay .. 434 408 The wild Gazelle on Judahs ' hills 436 434 443 your life 58 The rose had been washed , just washed in a shower 444 Why should we the days ...
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... give one ? ' - Mr. Mangle , the sur- geon . ' Sir , I'll give you - Success to the Royal Union . ' And now , Mr. Dismal , we'll thank you for a song , ' Sir , I shall give you some- thing sprightly . ' Merry are the bells , and merry do ...
... give one ? ' - Mr. Mangle , the sur- geon . ' Sir , I'll give you - Success to the Royal Union . ' And now , Mr. Dismal , we'll thank you for a song , ' Sir , I shall give you some- thing sprightly . ' Merry are the bells , and merry do ...
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... Give me leave , commodore , to introduce you to my friends : -Mr . Shadrach , Commodore Kelson ; Commodore Kelson , Mr. Shadrach . - Vary mosh at your sharvice , sir . - Miss Minnikin , Commodore Kelson ; Commodore Kelson , Miss ...
... Give me leave , commodore , to introduce you to my friends : -Mr . Shadrach , Commodore Kelson ; Commodore Kelson , Mr. Shadrach . - Vary mosh at your sharvice , sir . - Miss Minnikin , Commodore Kelson ; Commodore Kelson , Miss ...
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... give the light , Where rival beauties blossom , Though balmy lips to love invite To ecstasy the bosom ; Yet sweeter far yon summer sky , Whose blushing tint discloses , Give me the lustre - beaming eye , The sun that lights the roses ...
... give the light , Where rival beauties blossom , Though balmy lips to love invite To ecstasy the bosom ; Yet sweeter far yon summer sky , Whose blushing tint discloses , Give me the lustre - beaming eye , The sun that lights the roses ...
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Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.