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Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green
Oh, break not her silence
Oh, no, we never mention her
Oh, say not Woman's Heart is bought
Oh, the Summer night
Oh! the gallant fisher's life
Oh, there never was yet so pretty a thing
Oh, take me to your arms, my love
Oh, the sweet Contentment
Old Tubal Cain was a man of might
On a hill there grows a flower
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
Once did my Thoughts both ebb and flow
Once I thought I could adore him
One day when to Jove the Black List
was presented
One Morning very early
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We Soldiers drink, we Soldiers sing Welcome, welcome, do I sing
What dreaming drone was ever blest
What is❜t to us who guides the State?
What is War and all its joys?
What Pleasure have great Princes
What poor Astronomers are they .
When Britain first, at Heaven's command
When Dasies pied, and Violets blue
When Delia on the plain appears
When first I strove to win the prize When I drain the rosy bowl. When I was bound apprentice
When Icicles hang by the Wall
When Love, with unconfinèd wings
When lovely Woman stoops to Folly
When lull'd in Passion's dream
When raging Love with extreme pain
When to Old England I come home
When this old Cap was new
When 'tis Night, and the Midwatch come
When we two parted in Silence and Tears
When whispering strains do softly steal
When Harold was invaded
When in the Storm on Albion's coast
Anonymous
"Deuteromelia"
Charles Dibdin
James Thomson
William Shakspeare.
R. B. Sheridan.
Lord Byron
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When mighty roast Beef was the Eng-Fielding and Leveridge
lishman's food
Why, what's that to you
Why are you wandering here, I pray?
Why, fair Maid, in every feature
Why, lovely Charmer, tell me why
Why so pale and wan?.
With an honest old Friend
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With lofty Song we love to cheer
Women are best when they are at rest
Woodmen, Shepherds, come away
Would you choose a Wife?
G. M. Lewis
The Hive"
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Ye darksome Woods where Echo dwells. Ye Fox-hunters, Stag, ay and Hare- hunters too
Ye Gentlemen of England
Ye happy Swains whose Hearts are free
Ye little Birds that sit and sing
Ye Mariners of England
Ye who have scorned each other
You all knew Tom Moody
You meaner Beauties of the Night
You that think Love can convey
Young Henry was as brave a youth
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