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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... I'll prove false to thee 83 The bird that fortune's power .. 365 85 The chain I gave was fair to view .... 370 O , love is a fairy power 91 The ordeals fatal sounded 372 Oppressed with grief e'er break of day ... 99 The mid - day sun ...
... I'll prove false to thee 83 The bird that fortune's power .. 365 85 The chain I gave was fair to view .... 370 O , love is a fairy power 91 The ordeals fatal sounded 372 Oppressed with grief e'er break of day ... 99 The mid - day sun ...
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... I'll prove kind ; If true , I'll constant be ; If fortune chance to change your mind . I'll turn as soon as ye . Since our affections , well ye know , In equal terms do stand , ' Tis in your power to love or no , Mine's likewise in my ...
... I'll prove kind ; If true , I'll constant be ; If fortune chance to change your mind . I'll turn as soon as ye . Since our affections , well ye know , In equal terms do stand , ' Tis in your power to love or no , Mine's likewise in my ...
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... I'll ring , And my love I will sing , Though I've got a most shocking bad cold , my love . Then awake , for my love is so hot , my dear , Without you I'll soon go to pot , my dear ; For my shirt , at your clack , Would stick close to my ...
... I'll ring , And my love I will sing , Though I've got a most shocking bad cold , my love . Then awake , for my love is so hot , my dear , Without you I'll soon go to pot , my dear ; For my shirt , at your clack , Would stick close to my ...
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... I'll tell thee the way thy mother I won : ( Now for some fun , quoth Neddy ) I told her I lov'd her - then heav'd a sigh , And at her , askance , I threw a sheep's eye , And she no longer my suit could deny . " ( By jingo , I'll do it ...
... I'll tell thee the way thy mother I won : ( Now for some fun , quoth Neddy ) I told her I lov'd her - then heav'd a sigh , And at her , askance , I threw a sheep's eye , And she no longer my suit could deny . " ( By jingo , I'll do it ...
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... I'll tell you , madam , how and all about the works . You must know 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 ...
... I'll tell you , madam , how and all about the works . You must know 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 ...
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201 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
249 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
387 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.