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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Pagina 4
... fond of dancing- When absent from her my soul holds most dear , What a medley of passions , what a medley of- Old chairs to mend , old chairs to mend- A very good song , and very well sung , Jolly companions every one- Thus the ...
... fond of dancing- When absent from her my soul holds most dear , What a medley of passions , what a medley of- Old chairs to mend , old chairs to mend- A very good song , and very well sung , Jolly companions every one- Thus the ...
Pagina 5
... fond of joking a bit , sirs ; And neighbours all say that my dad Were noted for being a wit , sirs ; He ling - besoms did make and red sand , To sell to the neighbours about , sirs , So I us'd to lend feyther a hand , By acting as his ...
... fond of joking a bit , sirs ; And neighbours all say that my dad Were noted for being a wit , sirs ; He ling - besoms did make and red sand , To sell to the neighbours about , sirs , So I us'd to lend feyther a hand , By acting as his ...
Pagina 7
... fond of pigs pettitoes . Week ! week ! fol lol de ra . In her favour to get , He sent her a set , And to ask him to sup with Miss Snap , Betty goes , And likewise to bespeak Some nice bubble and squeak , For he loved that as well as she ...
... fond of pigs pettitoes . Week ! week ! fol lol de ra . In her favour to get , He sent her a set , And to ask him to sup with Miss Snap , Betty goes , And likewise to bespeak Some nice bubble and squeak , For he loved that as well as she ...
Pagina 16
... hours pass in sorrow , and friends seek the tomb , Then he drops a fond tear for his dear native b me . Home , sweet home , & c . HODGES FULL PROOF JRM Pray what's your name , sweet 16 UNIVERSAL SONGSTER ; or , museum OF MIRTH .
... hours pass in sorrow , and friends seek the tomb , Then he drops a fond tear for his dear native b me . Home , sweet home , & c . HODGES FULL PROOF JRM Pray what's your name , sweet 16 UNIVERSAL SONGSTER ; or , museum OF MIRTH .
Pagina 24
... fond heart . ........ WALTZ TO - DAY AND CRY TO - MORROW . ( J. H. Amherst . ) My arm is my country's right , My heart is my true love's bower ; Truly for love and fame to fight Becomes a martial troubadour . Though true he loved , And ...
... fond heart . ........ WALTZ TO - DAY AND CRY TO - MORROW . ( J. H. Amherst . ) My arm is my country's right , My heart is my true love's bower ; Truly for love and fame to fight Becomes a martial troubadour . Though true he loved , And ...
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Arrah Bacchus beauty Billy Taylor bless bonnie bosom brave bright charms cheer cried Cupid d'ye dance dear delight Derry devil Dibdin Don Giovanni drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair Fal lal fear fond Four-and-twenty girl give glass grog happy hark head hear heart heaven honour Jack jolly kiss ladies lass lassie laugh live look Lord love's lover ma'am maid Margate married merrily merry mind mirth Miss morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy play pleasure poor pray pretty Prince Hoare R. B. Sheridan Ri tol Robinson Crusoe rose round Shelah sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul SPOKEN sung sure sweet tear tell thee there's thing thou thought toast Tol de rol Tol lol true Twas Twill Warwickshire whack wife wind wine young zounds
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Pagina 201 - 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!
Pagina 173 - 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...
Pagina 249 - 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...
Pagina 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Pagina 52 - 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!
Pagina 195 - 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...
Pagina 238 - 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...
Pagina 148 - 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.
Pagina 387 - 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.
Pagina 134 - 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.