Davidson's Universal Melodist: Consisting of the Music and Words of Popular, Standard, and Original Songs, &c. Arranged So as to be Equally Adapted for the Sight-singer, the Performer on the Flute, Cornopean, Accordion, Or Any Other Treble Instrument, 1±ÇG.H. Davidson, 1853 |
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... true ! And meet me in the grove , Where the roses gently blow , Emblems of her I love . THE MINIATURE . The Poetry by G. P. Morris ; the Music by J. P. Knight . - Published by Davidson . William was hold - ing in his hand The likeness ...
... true ! And meet me in the grove , Where the roses gently blow , Emblems of her I love . THE MINIATURE . The Poetry by G. P. Morris ; the Music by J. P. Knight . - Published by Davidson . William was hold - ing in his hand The likeness ...
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... true , But there's naught like the billow , so fresh and so blue ! There are things of rare speed , but my own little bark Runs a beautiful race , in the day or the dark ! On , on through the tide ! let the wind do its worst ; Let the ...
... true , But there's naught like the billow , so fresh and so blue ! There are things of rare speed , but my own little bark Runs a beautiful race , in the day or the dark ! On , on through the tide ! let the wind do its worst ; Let the ...
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... true love ken , Amang ten thousand Highland men . The princely youth that I do mean , Is fitted for to be a king : On his breast he wears a star , - You'd take him for the God of war , - Oh ! hon my Highland . & c . Oh , to see his ...
... true love ken , Amang ten thousand Highland men . The princely youth that I do mean , Is fitted for to be a king : On his breast he wears a star , - You'd take him for the God of war , - Oh ! hon my Highland . & c . Oh , to see his ...
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... true , O ! you must dance the Polka ; And bachelors , if you would woo , Why you must dance the Polka . little worth , Can't you dance . & c . Unless you dance the Polka . Now , married folks of each degree , If your children you would ...
... true , O ! you must dance the Polka ; And bachelors , if you would woo , Why you must dance the Polka . little worth , Can't you dance . & c . Unless you dance the Polka . Now , married folks of each degree , If your children you would ...
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... true ; But , far above the night , I love , I love , I love , love you ! Tempo di Marcia . MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD . To the Air , Oft in the Stilly Night . ' March to the battlefield , -The foe is now be - fore us , Each heart is 4 ...
... true ; But , far above the night , I love , I love , I love , love you ! Tempo di Marcia . MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD . To the Air , Oft in the Stilly Night . ' March to the battlefield , -The foe is now be - fore us , Each heart is 4 ...
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Allegretto Allegro Andante arms beauty bells blow blue bonny breast breath bright charms cold Composed cried dance dark Davidson dear death deep drink ev'ry eyes fair fear flow flow'rs fond give green grow hand happy head hear heard heart Henry hope hour I'll John kind lady land leave light live look Lord lov'd maid meet Melody mind Miss Moderato morn Music ne'er never night o'er once peace pleasure Poetry poor rest rose round seen sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon soul spirit sure sweet tear tell thee there's thing thou thought Till true turn Twas voice waves wife wild winds young youth
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293 ÆäÀÌÁö - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
270 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part Some act by the delicate mind, Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart Already to sorrow resign'd.
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
296 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though his care she must forego ? When her little hands shall press thee, When her lip to thine is...
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
303 ÆäÀÌÁö - The maiden paused, as if again She thought to catch the distant strain. With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.