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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... There's the Bench , and there's the Bank , now only take a peep at her , And there's Rag Fair , and there the East London Theatre , There's St. James's all so fine , St. Giles's all in tattery , There fun and frolic dance the rig from ...
... There's the Bench , and there's the Bank , now only take a peep at her , And there's Rag Fair , and there the East London Theatre , There's St. James's all so fine , St. Giles's all in tattery , There fun and frolic dance the rig from ...
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... There's farmer Giles's daughter Suke- ( She's but so , so , quoth Neddy ) My boy , I'd have thee at her look . " ( Heigho ! quoth Neddy ) " But , father , " says Ned , " tell me how I must woo ; What shall I say to her , and what must I ...
... There's farmer Giles's daughter Suke- ( She's but so , so , quoth Neddy ) My boy , I'd have thee at her look . " ( Heigho ! quoth Neddy ) " But , father , " says Ned , " tell me how I must woo ; What shall I say to her , and what must I ...
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... there's a great big large iron copper pot under the fire ; no , over the fire , and the fire's under that , I mean ; and then there's the steam- engine , and the steamers that they boils the legs of mutton in , and the fire being under ...
... there's a great big large iron copper pot under the fire ; no , over the fire , and the fire's under that , I mean ; and then there's the steam- engine , and the steamers that they boils the legs of mutton in , and the fire being under ...
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... There's Truck , the shopkeeper , crics , How Bullock , the butcher , swears , And forgets what a parcel of lies He tells to sell his own wares . Says Dough , Salmon's fish isn't sweet . ' The coalman remarks , with pleasure , Dough's ...
... There's Truck , the shopkeeper , crics , How Bullock , the butcher , swears , And forgets what a parcel of lies He tells to sell his own wares . Says Dough , Salmon's fish isn't sweet . ' The coalman remarks , with pleasure , Dough's ...
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... there , For I have nane , and that is bad . ' SHANE . I have a cow , and year - old swine , From thieves my dog will keep us free ; There's a sow , ten sheep -- the priest left nine , And a cat to purr upon your knee . JESSIE . If I ...
... there , For I have nane , and that is bad . ' SHANE . I have a cow , and year - old swine , From thieves my dog will keep us free ; There's a sow , ten sheep -- the priest left nine , And a cat to purr upon your knee . JESSIE . If I ...
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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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Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.