The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 стор. |
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Сторінка vii
... poor married fellows A little old woman her living got As you've call'd upon me to give you a song A Priest of Kajaaga , as blind as a stone A story there runs of a marvellous we'l At the baron of Mowbray's gate Ah ! what is the bosom's ...
... poor married fellows A little old woman her living got As you've call'd upon me to give you a song A Priest of Kajaaga , as blind as a stone A story there runs of a marvellous we'l At the baron of Mowbray's gate Ah ! what is the bosom's ...
Сторінка viii
... poor maiden and yield not to woe Come over the mountains my bonny Swiss boy Come , mariner , down in the deep with me Come ye disconsolate 27 75 158 171 - 242 28 43 58 69 167 192 196 203 218 - 251 252 - 256 267 273 - 289 290 - 291 298 ...
... poor maiden and yield not to woe Come over the mountains my bonny Swiss boy Come , mariner , down in the deep with me Come ye disconsolate 27 75 158 171 - 242 28 43 58 69 167 192 196 203 218 - 251 252 - 256 267 273 - 289 290 - 291 298 ...
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... poor Tom Bowling 140 How stands the glass around 165 Hark the muffled drum sounds 172 He comes from the wars from the red field of fight 172 How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay 177 Hark ! the goddess Diana Here's a health to ...
... poor Tom Bowling 140 How stands the glass around 165 Hark the muffled drum sounds 172 He comes from the wars from the red field of fight 172 How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay 177 Hark ! the goddess Diana Here's a health to ...
Сторінка xii
... Poor Joe the Marine Poor Savage compared a lost friend to the eye Poor Joe the miller lov'd good ale Pale faces stand by Pat fell sick upon a time Roy's wife of Aldivalloch See Decatur , our hero , returns to the West Should auld ...
... Poor Joe the Marine Poor Savage compared a lost friend to the eye Poor Joe the miller lov'd good ale Pale faces stand by Pat fell sick upon a time Roy's wife of Aldivalloch See Decatur , our hero , returns to the West Should auld ...
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... POOR AND HONEST SODGER . WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blown , And gentle peace returning , Wi ' mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning ; I left the lines and tented field , Where lang I'd been a lodger , My humble ...
... POOR AND HONEST SODGER . WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blown , And gentle peace returning , Wi ' mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning ; I left the lines and tented field , Where lang I'd been a lodger , My humble ...
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adieu arms auld lang syne Balloch banners Bay of Biscay blow blue bonnie lassie bosom bottle boys brave braw John breast knots bright Charlie charms cheek cheer cried dear Derry Dicky drink drum e'er ev'ry fair fame fear fight flowers Fol de riddle frae gallant girl glass glory grave heart Heaven Heigho Highland horn Jack John Anderson Kentucky kiss laddie lady land lass Lochinvar maid merrily merry morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy pibroch poor riddle lol roar Rob Roy Macgregor rose round Roy's wife sail sailor Sally Brown Scotland shellelagh shore sigh sing smile sodger soldier SONGS soon soul sound sprig Star-spangled Banner sure sweet tear tell thee thine thou thro trepan Troubadour true TUNE Twas wave wind wwwwwww Yankee young young Jessie
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Сторінка 73 - 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.
Сторінка 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Сторінка 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Сторінка 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Сторінка 175 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Сторінка 30 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Сторінка 268 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Сторінка 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Сторінка 74 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters...
Сторінка 75 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!