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The Tea-table Miscellany: Or, A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and ...
Affichage du livre entier - 1750
The Tea-table Miscellany: a Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English: In ...
Affichage du livre entier - 1775
The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English ...
Affichage du livre entier - 1765
appear arms auld beauty bonny breaft bright charms comes cou'd dance dear delight drink e'er eyes face fair fall fate fear fhall fhou'd fighs fight fing fire fmiles foft fome foon foul frae ftill fuch fwain fweet give grace green hand happy hear heart heaven hills hope I'll Jenny keep kifs kind kindly king laddie lady lafs leave light live look lover maid mair meet merry mind morn move muft ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Peggy plain play pleaſure poor prove rife round ſhall ſhe SONG tell thee thefe There's thing thou thought true tune Twas vows wife wine wou'd young youth
Page 234 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 218 - 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.
Page 352 - Thus when Philomela drooping Softly seeks her silent mate, See the bird of Juno stooping ; Melody resigns to fate.
Page 330 - O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, "When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?" He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
Page 336 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Page 156 - Sae my true love did lightly me. O waly, waly but love be bonny, A little time while it is new, But when 't is auld it waxeth cauld And fades away like morning dew.
Page 229 - And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go. And deck her in golden array ; Be...
Page 281 - Till our Love was lov'd out in us both: But our Marriage is dead, when the Pleasure is fled : 'Twas Pleasure first made it an Oath.