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
... hope ! false vows , farewell Give me , my love , before we part ........ Go , rover , go , from clime to clime ... hope my soul revives 56 Julio told me when we parted 1 At the Baron of Mowbray's gate was seen .. 67 Just like love is ...
... hope ! false vows , farewell Give me , my love , before we part ........ Go , rover , go , from clime to clime ... hope my soul revives 56 Julio told me when we parted 1 At the Baron of Mowbray's gate was seen .. 67 Just like love is ...
Page xv
... Hope , thou little cheating sprite . 319 The loud wind roared , the rain fell fast .. .... 134 Come , smiling May , in garlands drest .... 406 ' Tis the last rose of summer 154 Come hither , come hither , the silver light 420 Than ...
... Hope , thou little cheating sprite . 319 The loud wind roared , the rain fell fast .. .... 134 Come , smiling May , in garlands drest .... 406 ' Tis the last rose of summer 154 Come hither , come hither , the silver light 420 Than ...
Page xvi
... hope , now fear , my bosom rending ........ Sleep , gentle lady , flowers are closing . Wave ever near me thy balm - dropping pinion That gossip , Report , is a crazy old dame A two - fold care disturbs this breast . 90 ..... 120 204 ...
... hope , now fear , my bosom rending ........ Sleep , gentle lady , flowers are closing . Wave ever near me thy balm - dropping pinion That gossip , Report , is a crazy old dame A two - fold care disturbs this breast . 90 ..... 120 204 ...
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... hope you're pleased With the chih ! -with the chih ! -with the pet- titoes ? Chih ! chih ! fol lol de ra . I vow , sir , says she , Nothing better can be Than - chih ! -chih ! -chih ! -he ! he ! Betty goes . How's the bubble and the ...
... hope you're pleased With the chih ! -with the chih ! -with the pet- titoes ? Chih ! chih ! fol lol de ra . I vow , sir , says she , Nothing better can be Than - chih ! -chih ! -chih ! -he ! he ! Betty goes . How's the bubble and the ...
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... hope that my fun may have pleased you outright ; Only laugh at my jokes , ' twill make my heart at rest , But I know you'll be pleased when a man does his best . Oh , the fashion , & c . THE BALLAD SELLER . HERE are catches , songs ...
... hope that my fun may have pleased you outright ; Only laugh at my jokes , ' twill make my heart at rest , But I know you'll be pleased when a man does his best . Oh , the fashion , & c . THE BALLAD SELLER . HERE are catches , songs ...
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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.