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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... honour , Mr. President , I cannot sing any more . " Bravo ! bravo ! very well sung , Jolly companions every one . Thus the Nightingale - Club , & c . Mr. Drybones sung next , who was turned of three score , And melodiously warbled away ...
... honour , Mr. President , I cannot sing any more . " Bravo ! bravo ! very well sung , Jolly companions every one . Thus the Nightingale - Club , & c . Mr. Drybones sung next , who was turned of three score , And melodiously warbled away ...
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... honour , his grace , A hunting continually go , All ranks and degrees are engaged in the chase ; With hark forward ! huzza ! tally ho ! The lawyer will rise with the first of the morn To hunt for a mortgage or deed ; The husband gets up ...
... honour , his grace , A hunting continually go , All ranks and degrees are engaged in the chase ; With hark forward ! huzza ! tally ho ! The lawyer will rise with the first of the morn To hunt for a mortgage or deed ; The husband gets up ...
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... honour , obey ; oh yes , and what not , And , excuse me , dear sir , it's a way I have got . It's a way I have got , & c . But when he's my husband , I'll have him to know To all sorts of jealousy I am a foe , I'll thump him and bump ...
... honour , obey ; oh yes , and what not , And , excuse me , dear sir , it's a way I have got . It's a way I have got , & c . But when he's my husband , I'll have him to know To all sorts of jealousy I am a foe , I'll thump him and bump ...
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... honour , gentlemen . -0 , yes , we always does our friends justice.- Brother Barnacle , are you going . - Must , must ; good night . - Good bye , my hearty fellow . - Is he gone ? Yes . - That Barnacle's a queer fellow . - I say , Snip ...
... honour , gentlemen . -0 , yes , we always does our friends justice.- Brother Barnacle , are you going . - Must , must ; good night . - Good bye , my hearty fellow . - Is he gone ? Yes . - That Barnacle's a queer fellow . - I say , Snip ...
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... honour her Prince . Then , a leek in her hat wore St. David , O ! Then a leek , & c . SCOTCH AIR . Canty and braw are fam'd Scotia lads , Hey for the cross of St. Andrew , O ! Wi ' their bannets , their trus , and their braw tartan ...
... honour her Prince . Then , a leek in her hat wore St. David , O ! Then a leek , & c . SCOTCH AIR . Canty and braw are fam'd Scotia lads , Hey for the cross of St. Andrew , O ! Wi ' their bannets , their trus , and their braw tartan ...
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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.