The roundelay; a selection of comic, martial, naval and sentimental songs1815 |
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... fair . Rule Britannia , & c . The Plough Boy . A FLAXEN - headed cowboy , as simple as may be , And next a merry ploughboy , I whistled o'er the lea ; But now a saucy footman , I strut in worsted lace ; And soon I'll be a butler , and ...
... fair . Rule Britannia , & c . The Plough Boy . A FLAXEN - headed cowboy , as simple as may be , And next a merry ploughboy , I whistled o'er the lea ; But now a saucy footman , I strut in worsted lace ; And soon I'll be a butler , and ...
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... fair ; While Snob all the time at home tarried , Thinking next day the fond bliss to share . But finding her not come to meet him , Poor Snob being left in the lurch , Went out - when the first who should greet him , Was Mrs. Snip ...
... fair ; While Snob all the time at home tarried , Thinking next day the fond bliss to share . But finding her not come to meet him , Poor Snob being left in the lurch , Went out - when the first who should greet him , Was Mrs. Snip ...
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... fair- Can all the glories of a crown Give health - or ease the brow of care ? The sceptred king , the burthen'd slave , The humble and the haughty , die ; The rich , the poor , the base , the brave , In dust , without distinction , lie ...
... fair- Can all the glories of a crown Give health - or ease the brow of care ? The sceptred king , the burthen'd slave , The humble and the haughty , die ; The rich , the poor , the base , the brave , In dust , without distinction , lie ...
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... fair truth shall be , As sword and buckler serving , My life shall be more dear to me , Because of thy preserving . Let perils come , let horror threat , Let thundering cannons rattle , I fearless seek the conflict's heat , Assur'd when ...
... fair truth shall be , As sword and buckler serving , My life shall be more dear to me , Because of thy preserving . Let perils come , let horror threat , Let thundering cannons rattle , I fearless seek the conflict's heat , Assur'd when ...
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... fair ? Oh ! Nanny , when thou'rt far awa ' , Wilt thou not cast a look behind ? Say , canst thou face the flaky snaw , Nor shrink before the warping wind ? Oh ! can that soft and gentlest mien Severest hardships learn to bear , Nor ...
... fair ? Oh ! Nanny , when thou'rt far awa ' , Wilt thou not cast a look behind ? Say , canst thou face the flaky snaw , Nor shrink before the warping wind ? Oh ! can that soft and gentlest mien Severest hardships learn to bear , Nor ...
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Arthur O'Bradley battle Bay of Biscay beauty boatswain bold bosom boys brave Britannia British Britons call'd Captain Mulligan cheer Crazy Jane cried d'ye dear death deck delight Derry dogs drink e'er England ev'ry fair fear fight Four and twenty girl give glory grief grog hand Hark heart honest hounds huzza island Jack jolly Kate Kearney Killarney ladies lads land live look look'd maid married merry mild ale Mister Hase morning Nancy ne'er neat never night o'er ocean pleasure Poll poor poor Jack Post Captain pretty Robin Adair Rule Britannia sail sailors Sally Sally Solomons save the King shore sigh sigh'd smile Snob soon soul spirit Spoken sure sweet tars tears tell thee there's thou thunder thundering cannons to-morrow true turn'd twas Twill Vicar of Bray wife wind
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130 ÆäÀÌÁö - HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew ; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors when away In every port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - STAY, Lady, stay, for mercy's sake, And hear a helpless Orphan's tale : Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ; 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died — And I am now an orphan boy. Poor foolish child ! how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows...
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest : — The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'd give it all to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master and the neighbours all Make game of me and Sally, And, but for her, I'd better be A slave and row a galley ; But when my seven long years are out O then I'll marry Sally,— O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed... But not in our alley ! H. Carey CLXVIII A FAREWELL Go fetch to me a pint o...
105 ÆäÀÌÁö - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack!
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - To share with him the pang of woe? Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care; Nor wistful those gay scenes recall Where thou wert fairest of the fair? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll envy no nabob his riches or fame, Nor what honours may wait him to-morrow. From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely Secured by a neighbouring hill; And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly By the sound of a murmuring rill: And while peace and plenty I find at my board, With a heart free from sickness and sorrow, With my friends may I share what today may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow.