The Myrtle and Vine: Or, Complete Vocal Library, Containing Several Thousands of Plaintive, Sentimental, Humorous & Bacchanalian Songs, Collected from the Muses of England, Ireland & Scotland, 2±ÇCharles Henry Wilson T. Dean, 1803 |
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8 ÆäÀÌÁö
... danger ; Yet still like a tar wreek'd on some foreign coast , She oft finds relief from a stranger ; Thus fortune , tho ' fickle , poor Nelly befriends , As daily she roves London city ; And tho ' for subsistence on chance she depends ...
... danger ; Yet still like a tar wreek'd on some foreign coast , She oft finds relief from a stranger ; Thus fortune , tho ' fickle , poor Nelly befriends , As daily she roves London city ; And tho ' for subsistence on chance she depends ...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö
... danger- And the soft tear of pity can soothe her distress . " To the rich by whom virtue's too often neglected , I tell my sad story and crave for relief : But wealth seldom feels for a wretch unprotected- ' Tis poverty only partakes of ...
... danger- And the soft tear of pity can soothe her distress . " To the rich by whom virtue's too often neglected , I tell my sad story and crave for relief : But wealth seldom feels for a wretch unprotected- ' Tis poverty only partakes of ...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö
... danger some may come off short , Yet , why should we despair , For , though bold tars are fortune's sport , They still are fortune's care , Why , when our vessel blew up , A fighting that there Don , Like squibs and crackers flew up The ...
... danger some may come off short , Yet , why should we despair , For , though bold tars are fortune's sport , They still are fortune's care , Why , when our vessel blew up , A fighting that there Don , Like squibs and crackers flew up The ...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö
... dangers we nobly defy ; Our nags are all stout , and our sports we'll pursue , With shouts that resound to the sky . But see how he lags , all his arts are in vain , No longer with swiftness he flies ; Each hound in his fury determines ...
... dangers we nobly defy ; Our nags are all stout , and our sports we'll pursue , With shouts that resound to the sky . But see how he lags , all his arts are in vain , No longer with swiftness he flies ; Each hound in his fury determines ...
29 ÆäÀÌÁö
... danger would I see , But laugh at terror's pale - fac'd crew , And baffle life's tempestuous sea . Or haply should soft zephyr blow , We'd leave the port and share the gale ; While Bacchus call'd all hands below , And fortune laughing ...
... danger would I see , But laugh at terror's pale - fac'd crew , And baffle life's tempestuous sea . Or haply should soft zephyr blow , We'd leave the port and share the gale ; While Bacchus call'd all hands below , And fortune laughing ...
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Anacreon beat bells bless blest BLUE PETER boast bonny bottle bowl boys brave Britain's best bulwarks Britannia Britons Camperdown charms cheer chip chow CHORUS Cockney croppies cry'd d'ye dance dear delight drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair fame fear fight foes gaily gale gingerbread girl give glory ground-ivy hand happy Hearts of Oak heav'n Here's JACOBIN CLUB jolly King kiss lads landmen lass laugh Lochaber Lord lover maid merry mind morning myrtle ne'er never night numbers o'er ocean Old England peace pity pleasure poor Jack pretty pretty maids pride R. B. Sheridan roar roast beef round sail sailor shore sigh sing smile soldiers SONG soon soul swain swear tars tears tell thee thou thro toast Tol de rol true turn'd twas twill Willy wind wine wooden walls wou'd
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5 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!
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread, No longer must she stay aboard ; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; 'Adieu!
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the King!
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear! dear! what can the matter be? Oh, dear! what can the matter be?
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever 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.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - I share what to-day may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail covering Which I've worn for three-score years and ten, On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering, Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again: But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare to-day May become everlasting to-morrow.