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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... pretty girls , those pretty girls 408 O , heed not love's sigh .. 159 O , there are moments dear and bright ... 159 O , this love , this love , this love .... 178 O , not when other eyes may read 209 They made her a grave too cold and ...
... pretty girls , those pretty girls 408 O , heed not love's sigh .. 159 O , there are moments dear and bright ... 159 O , this love , this love , this love .... 178 O , not when other eyes may read 209 They made her a grave too cold and ...
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... pretty I never shall forget the days in which I was a rover I sing , I sing of good times older ... It was one winter's day about six in the morn .... In London I never knew what to be at .... 424 Oh , what a change , all England now ...
... pretty I never shall forget the days in which I was a rover I sing , I sing of good times older ... It was one winter's day about six in the morn .... In London I never knew what to be at .... 424 Oh , what a change , all England now ...
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... pretty mag , mag The tide it will serve and the weather is fine Tom Gobble was a grocer's son 322 325 334 They may talk of their Margates and Ramsgates so gay 347 Thimble's scolding wife lay dead ... 376 ' Twas summer time when Nan and ...
... pretty mag , mag The tide it will serve and the weather is fine Tom Gobble was a grocer's son 322 325 334 They may talk of their Margates and Ramsgates so gay 347 Thimble's scolding wife lay dead ... 376 ' Twas summer time when Nan and ...
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... pretty a youth .... I'm a joiner by trade , and O'Chisel's my name In Ireland , that pretty place 348 355 364 165 Love and whiskey both ... 52 197 Love's a plague by night and by day ... 80 From night till morn 1 take my glass 282 ...
... pretty a youth .... I'm a joiner by trade , and O'Chisel's my name In Ireland , that pretty place 348 355 364 165 Love and whiskey both ... 52 197 Love's a plague by night and by day ... 80 From night till morn 1 take my glass 282 ...
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... pretty Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives with- Robin Adair ; What made the ball so fine ? What made the assembly shine ? O , it was- The rum old Commodore , The battered old Commodore ; For the bullets and the gout ...
... pretty Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives with- Robin Adair ; What made the ball so fine ? What made the assembly shine ? O , it was- The rum old Commodore , The battered old Commodore ; For the bullets and the gout ...
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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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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.