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, Volumul 1G.H. Davidson, 1853 |
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Pagina 185
... either work shall appear in the other ; so that , while each has an entirety in itself , the subscriber to the whole will not be tacumbered with any thing in duplicate . DAVIDSON'S UNIVERSAL MELODIST . COME , BROTHERS , AROUSE .
... either work shall appear in the other ; so that , while each has an entirety in itself , the subscriber to the whole will not be tacumbered with any thing in duplicate . DAVIDSON'S UNIVERSAL MELODIST . COME , BROTHERS , AROUSE .
Pagina 186
... Thing 317 .... Anacreon , they say , was a Jolly Old Blade .. And has she then fail'd in her Truth 236 Bubble , Squeak , and Pettitoes - C . Dibdin Bud not yet , ye gentle Flowers - From Verdi's ' Nino , ' the Words G. Soane , A.B ...
... Thing 317 .... Anacreon , they say , was a Jolly Old Blade .. And has she then fail'd in her Truth 236 Bubble , Squeak , and Pettitoes - C . Dibdin Bud not yet , ye gentle Flowers - From Verdi's ' Nino , ' the Words G. Soane , A.B ...
Pagina 190
... Thing .. 82 O Scotland ! my Country ! -Davy ' At the Mid Hour of Night , ' Poetry by L. Rede 113 Once my Heart the Truant play'd ... 266 34 One Bottle more .. 232 O send Lewie Gordon Hame 10 One Day from de old Racoons to flee 78 O ...
... Thing .. 82 O Scotland ! my Country ! -Davy ' At the Mid Hour of Night , ' Poetry by L. Rede 113 Once my Heart the Truant play'd ... 266 34 One Bottle more .. 232 O send Lewie Gordon Hame 10 One Day from de old Racoons to flee 78 O ...
Pagina 191
... Thing - Old Scotch Song , the Poetry by Hector Macneil The Banks of Allan Water ..... 51 352 Saw ye the Shadow o'er his Brow ... 177 Say , have you in the Village seen Say , little foolish fluttering Thing - Dr . Arne Says Plato , ' Why ...
... Thing - Old Scotch Song , the Poetry by Hector Macneil The Banks of Allan Water ..... 51 352 Saw ye the Shadow o'er his Brow ... 177 Say , have you in the Village seen Say , little foolish fluttering Thing - Dr . Arne Says Plato , ' Why ...
Pagina 3
... thing that glads my e'e Is the white cockade aboon the bree . Oh ! he's a ranting roving blade , & c . I'll sell my rock , I'll sell my reel , My rippling - kame , and spinning - wheel , To buy my lad a tartan plaid , see my lad with ...
... thing that glads my e'e Is the white cockade aboon the bree . Oh ! he's a ranting roving blade , & c . I'll sell my rock , I'll sell my reel , My rippling - kame , and spinning - wheel , To buy my lad a tartan plaid , see my lad with ...
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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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Pagina 293 - 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...
Pagina 270 - 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!
Pagina 175 - 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.
Pagina 79 - 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.
Pagina 304 - 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.
Pagina 296 - 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.
Pagina 81 - Though his care she must forego ? When her little hands shall press thee, When her lip to thine is...
Pagina 175 - 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?
Pagina 175 - 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 !
Pagina 303 - 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.