The roundelay; a selection of comic, martial, naval and sentimental songs1815 |
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Pagina 60
... soul some charm of lovely Sue . Though battle calls me from thy arms , Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though cannons roars , yet safe from harms , William shall to his dear return . Love turns aside the balls that round me fly , Lest ...
... soul some charm of lovely Sue . Though battle calls me from thy arms , Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though cannons roars , yet safe from harms , William shall to his dear return . Love turns aside the balls that round me fly , Lest ...
Pagina 104
... soul swept from the yard . Poor Ben , Sam , and Dick , cried Peccavi , As for I , at the risk of my neck , While they sunk down in peace to Old Davy , Caught a rope , and so landed on deck . Well , what would ye have , we were stranded ...
... soul swept from the yard . Poor Ben , Sam , and Dick , cried Peccavi , As for I , at the risk of my neck , While they sunk down in peace to Old Davy , Caught a rope , and so landed on deck . Well , what would ye have , we were stranded ...
Pagina 124
... soul May drink and sing without controul , To support our pleasure . Thus , mighty Bacchus , shalt thou be Guardian of our treasure ; That under thy protection we May enjoy new pleasure . And as the hours glide away , We'll in thy name ...
... soul May drink and sing without controul , To support our pleasure . Thus , mighty Bacchus , shalt thou be Guardian of our treasure ; That under thy protection we May enjoy new pleasure . And as the hours glide away , We'll in thy name ...
Pagina 129
... soul . So I went to a house where roast meat they pro- vide , sir , With a whirligig , which up the chimney I spied , sir , Which grinds all their smoke into powder beside , sir : " Tis as true as I'm now singing Langolec . Then I went ...
... soul . So I went to a house where roast meat they pro- vide , sir , With a whirligig , which up the chimney I spied , sir , Which grinds all their smoke into powder beside , sir : " Tis as true as I'm now singing Langolec . Then I went ...
Pagina 130
... soul I'll be bound , sir , It would save the whole nation a great many pound , sir , To subscribe for to light him up all the year round , sir , Or I'll never sing more about Langolee , Tom Bowling . HERE a sheer hulk lies poor Tom ...
... soul I'll be bound , sir , It would save the whole nation a great many pound , sir , To subscribe for to light him up all the year round , sir , Or I'll never sing more about Langolee , Tom Bowling . HERE a sheer hulk lies poor Tom ...
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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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Pagina 130 - 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.
Pagina 245 - 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!
Pagina 60 - ... 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.
Pagina 46 - 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...
Pagina 60 - 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.
Pagina 106 - 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...
Pagina 105 - 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.
Pagina 204 - There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack!
Pagina 40 - 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?
Pagina 57 - 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.