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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... cried the Jew . Sing , Who so blythe , & c . " he company's merriment now out of joint , And their tattlers not moving so quick , Scarce right a - head did we twig Cuckold's Point , But the alderman began to be sick . Then we'd like to ...
... cried the Jew . Sing , Who so blythe , & c . " he company's merriment now out of joint , And their tattlers not moving so quick , Scarce right a - head did we twig Cuckold's Point , But the alderman began to be sick . Then we'd like to ...
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... cried and wept outright ; Then I will to the water - side And see him out of sight . Too ral , & c . A waterman came up to her , Now young woman , said he , If you weep on so you will make Eye - water in the sea . Alas they've taken my ...
... cried and wept outright ; Then I will to the water - side And see him out of sight . Too ral , & c . A waterman came up to her , Now young woman , said he , If you weep on so you will make Eye - water in the sea . Alas they've taken my ...
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... cried to the horns , my boys , hark , hark Oh dear , oh dear , a quack in our village one day , He said that he could , and I said that he should , The girls would all run after me with their sparkling Come and take all my carrots away ...
... cried to the horns , my boys , hark , hark Oh dear , oh dear , a quack in our village one day , He said that he could , and I said that he should , The girls would all run after me with their sparkling Come and take all my carrots away ...
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... cried , ' cat's meat , ' did the cat's - meat lass . One day , as through Pall - Mall she strayed , And cat's meat cried , a dandy blade , To meet her , from his house out ran , But he was not the dog's - meat man . He was charmed with ...
... cried , ' cat's meat , ' did the cat's - meat lass . One day , as through Pall - Mall she strayed , And cat's meat cried , a dandy blade , To meet her , from his house out ran , But he was not the dog's - meat man . He was charmed with ...
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... cried , Ma Cot ! ma Cot ! I'm sure that I shall die , sirs . Now when the pig was satisfied , And he had done his play , sir , Says Isaac , Come here , Mr. Pig , I have a word to say , sir . Will you come home and live with me ? Come ...
... cried , Ma Cot ! ma Cot ! I'm sure that I shall die , sirs . Now when the pig was satisfied , And he had done his play , sir , Says Isaac , Come here , Mr. Pig , I have a word to say , sir . Will you come home and live with me ? Come ...
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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.