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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... bless my eyes 22 My gauntlet's down , my flag unfurled 58 Come shining forth , my dearest 29 My mother bids me bind my hair . 87 Can wealth or friends thy heart incline 193 Maid of Athens , ere we part 98 Could I tune a Petrarch's lyre ...
... bless my eyes 22 My gauntlet's down , my flag unfurled 58 Come shining forth , my dearest 29 My mother bids me bind my hair . 87 Can wealth or friends thy heart incline 193 Maid of Athens , ere we part 98 Could I tune a Petrarch's lyre ...
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... bless my soul ! how absurd 163 O yes ! O yes ! O yes ! ....... 180 When I to London first came in ....... 245 One negro wi my banger . 182 When to my pretty Poll I went 259 Others with splendonr and parade . 224 What a plague's a summer ...
... bless my soul ! how absurd 163 O yes ! O yes ! O yes ! ....... 180 When I to London first came in ....... 245 One negro wi my banger . 182 When to my pretty Poll I went 259 Others with splendonr and parade . 224 What a plague's a summer ...
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... bless your heart , I always was so gay , That to treat- An old woman in Yorkshire , in Yorkshire she did dwell- She lov'd Billy Taylor , a brisk young fellow , Full of mirth and full of glee , And thus his mind he did disciver- To a ...
... bless your heart , I always was so gay , That to treat- An old woman in Yorkshire , in Yorkshire she did dwell- She lov'd Billy Taylor , a brisk young fellow , Full of mirth and full of glee , And thus his mind he did disciver- To a ...
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... bless the sight And bosom of a widow . " O ! widow , wilt thou let me in ? I'm pawky , wise , and thrifty , And come of a right gentle kin I'm little mair than fifty . " Daft carl , dit you mouth , ; What signifies how pawky , Or gentle ...
... bless the sight And bosom of a widow . " O ! widow , wilt thou let me in ? I'm pawky , wise , and thrifty , And come of a right gentle kin I'm little mair than fifty . " Daft carl , dit you mouth , ; What signifies how pawky , Or gentle ...
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... Bless the country , say I , that gave Wellington birth ; Bless the lads of the gun and their valour's full worth , That fight for the rose and the shamrock so green . May the sons of the Thames , the Tweed , and the Shannon , Stand fast ...
... Bless the country , say I , that gave Wellington birth ; Bless the lads of the gun and their valour's full worth , That fight for the rose and the shamrock so green . May the sons of the Thames , the Tweed , and the Shannon , Stand fast ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.