Drinking songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient balladsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... brave , In duft , without diftinction , lie . Go fearch the tombs where monarchs reft , Who once the greatest titles bore ; The wealth and glory they poffefs'd , And all their honours are no more . So glides the meteor through the fky ...
... brave , In duft , without diftinction , lie . Go fearch the tombs where monarchs reft , Who once the greatest titles bore ; The wealth and glory they poffefs'd , And all their honours are no more . So glides the meteor through the fky ...
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... Give us a falt Weftphalia gammon , Not meat to eat , but meat to drink . ' Tis wine , & c . It makes the backward spirits brave , That lively that 5 Some 42 DRINKING SONGS . The richest and greatest are poor and repine, ...
... Give us a falt Weftphalia gammon , Not meat to eat , but meat to drink . ' Tis wine , & c . It makes the backward spirits brave , That lively that 5 Some 42 DRINKING SONGS . The richest and greatest are poor and repine, ...
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It makes the backward spirits brave , That lively that before was dull ; Thofe grow good fellows that are grave , And kindness flows from cups brim - full . ' Tis wine , & c . Some have the tific , fome the rheum , Some have the palfy ...
It makes the backward spirits brave , That lively that before was dull ; Thofe grow good fellows that are grave , And kindness flows from cups brim - full . ' Tis wine , & c . Some have the tific , fome the rheum , Some have the palfy ...
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... brave , fo victorious and free , Who always beat France when they took her in hand , Come join , honeft Britons , in chorus with me . Let us fing our own treafures , old Englands good cheer , The profits and pleasures of ftout British ...
... brave , fo victorious and free , Who always beat France when they took her in hand , Come join , honeft Britons , in chorus with me . Let us fing our own treafures , old Englands good cheer , The profits and pleasures of ftout British ...
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... brave they here with honour fir'd , And civiliz'd the rude . That golden age did entertain No paffion but of love ; The thoughts of ruling and of gain Did ne'er their fancies move . None then did envy neighbours wealth , Nor plot to ...
... brave they here with honour fir'd , And civiliz'd the rude . That golden age did entertain No paffion but of love ; The thoughts of ruling and of gain Did ne'er their fancies move . None then did envy neighbours wealth , Nor plot to ...
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ANACREON Bacchus BALLAD Becauſe beſt bleffings bowl boys brave bumper call'd chear Comus dear defire delight Derry doth DRAGON OF WANTLEY drink earl earl Douglas earl Percy Engliſh eyes faid fair fair lady fame fear feen feven fhall fhould fhow fighs fight fing flain fleep fmile fome fong foon forrow foul ftand ftill ftrange ftrife fuch fure fweet gallant give glaſs gold hath heart himſelf honeft Horfely houſe huſband Johny Armstrong king lady laft lord lord Barnard mafter merry mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er never night noble o'er old cap pleaſe pleaſure praiſe preſently prince queen quoth fhe reft roſe ſaid ſee ſhall ſhe SONG SONG ſpace ſpeak ſtate ſweet tell thee there's theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Vex'd vicar of Bray Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wine
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Сторінка 153 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Сторінка 140 - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Сторінка 144 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and...
Сторінка 252 - Sweet sister, do not fear ; God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear, When you are laid in grave.
Сторінка 87 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend : This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Сторінка 145 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Сторінка 118 - Their purpose is ambition, Their practice only hate : And if they once reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell...
Сторінка 82 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Сторінка 253 - ... strife ; With one another they did fight About the children's life : And he that was of mildest mood, Did slay the other there, Within an unfrequented wood...
Сторінка 24 - But an eternal health goes round. Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?