Drinking songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient balladsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... then he did adjure me If the ale I drank last were nappy and ftale , To do it its right , and ftir up my fprite , And fall to commend a pot of good ale . O. Quoth Quoth I , to commend it I dare not begin 58 DRINKING SONGS . SONG XLIX. ...
... then he did adjure me If the ale I drank last were nappy and ftale , To do it its right , and ftir up my fprite , And fall to commend a pot of good ale . O. Quoth Quoth I , to commend it I dare not begin 58 DRINKING SONGS . SONG XLIX. ...
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... last must yield , They tame but one another ftill , Early or late They ftoop to fate , And must give up their murm'ring breath , When the pale captive creeps to death . * These fine moral ftanzas were originally intended for a folemn fu ...
... last must yield , They tame but one another ftill , Early or late They ftoop to fate , And must give up their murm'ring breath , When the pale captive creeps to death . * These fine moral ftanzas were originally intended for a folemn fu ...
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... : A draggle - tail'd flut , on my word , Her clothes hanging ragged and foul ; In troth he would fain have bird , That would give a groat for an owl . • And And she had a fifter last year , • Whose 138 MISCELLANEOUS SONGS .
... : A draggle - tail'd flut , on my word , Her clothes hanging ragged and foul ; In troth he would fain have bird , That would give a groat for an owl . • And And she had a fifter last year , • Whose 138 MISCELLANEOUS SONGS .
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And she had a fifter last year , • Whose name they call'd Galloping Peg , She'd take up a ftraw with her ear , • I warrant her right as my leg ! A brewer he got her with child , But e'en let them brew as they bake ; I knew he was wanton ...
And she had a fifter last year , • Whose name they call'd Galloping Peg , She'd take up a ftraw with her ear , • I warrant her right as my leg ! A brewer he got her with child , But e'en let them brew as they bake ; I knew he was wanton ...
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... Last night I heard the dog - ftar bark ; Mars met Venus in the dark ; Limping Vulcan het an iron bar , And furiously ran at the god of war : Mars with his weapon laid about , Limping Vulcan had got the gout ; His broad horns did fo hang ...
... Last night I heard the dog - ftar bark ; Mars met Venus in the dark ; Limping Vulcan het an iron bar , And furiously ran at the god of war : Mars with his weapon laid about , Limping Vulcan had got the gout ; His broad horns did fo hang ...
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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?