The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : with a Copious and Classified Index ...Jones and Company, 1834 |
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Pagina 9
... ( Prince Hoare . ) A WOMAN is like to - but stay , What a woman is like who can say ? There's no living with nor without one- Love bites like a fly- Now an ear , now an eye , Buz , buz , always a buzzing about one . But she'll plague and ...
... ( Prince Hoare . ) A WOMAN is like to - but stay , What a woman is like who can say ? There's no living with nor without one- Love bites like a fly- Now an ear , now an eye , Buz , buz , always a buzzing about one . But she'll plague and ...
Pagina 96
... ( Prince Hoare . ) ACROSS the downs this morning , As betimes I chanc'd to go , A shepherd led his flock abroad , All white as driven snow ; But one was most the shepherd's care , A lamb so sleek , so plump , so fair ; Its wondrous ...
... ( Prince Hoare . ) ACROSS the downs this morning , As betimes I chanc'd to go , A shepherd led his flock abroad , All white as driven snow ; But one was most the shepherd's care , A lamb so sleek , so plump , so fair ; Its wondrous ...
Pagina 177
... ( Prince Hoare . ) BEHOLD the Britannia , how stately and brave She floats on the ambient tides , For empire designed , o'er the turbulent wave How trim and how gallant she rides . Yet love , in a true Briton's heart , And pity contend ...
... ( Prince Hoare . ) BEHOLD the Britannia , how stately and brave She floats on the ambient tides , For empire designed , o'er the turbulent wave How trim and how gallant she rides . Yet love , in a true Briton's heart , And pity contend ...
Pagina 223
... lord , and a hue like a lady : The laird was a widdiefu ' , bleerit , knurl ; She's left the gude fellow and ta'en ... ( Prince Hoare . ) I've loved so many a maiden fair , Of names that so much vary , I scarcely know which caus'd my ...
... lord , and a hue like a lady : The laird was a widdiefu ' , bleerit , knurl ; She's left the gude fellow and ta'en ... ( Prince Hoare . ) I've loved so many a maiden fair , Of names that so much vary , I scarcely know which caus'd my ...
Pagina 235
... ( Prince Hoare . ) SHOULD e'er the fortune be my lot To be made a wealthy bride , I'll glad my parents ' lowly cot , All their pleasure and their pride : And when I'm drest All in my best , Like a lady gay , I'll trip away . And the lads ...
... ( Prince Hoare . ) SHOULD e'er the fortune be my lot To be made a wealthy bride , I'll glad my parents ' lowly cot , All their pleasure and their pride : And when I'm drest All in my best , Like a lady gay , I'll trip away . And the lads ...
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Arrah Bacchus beauty bless bonnie bosom brave bright charms cheer cried Cupid d'ye dance dear delight Derry devil Dibdin Don Giovanni drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair Fal lal Farewell fear fond Four-and-twenty girl give glass grog happy hark head hear heart heaven honour Jack jolly kiss ladies lass lassie laugh live look Lord love's lover ma'am maid Margate married merrily merry mind mirth Miss morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy pleasure poor pray pretty Prince Hoare R. B. Sheridan Ri tol Robinson Crusoe rose round Shelah sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul SPOKEN sung sure sweet tear tell thee there's thing thou thought toast Tol de rol Tol lol true Twas twill Warwickshire whack what's wife wind wine young zounds
Populaire passages
Pagina 201 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich!
Pagina 173 - Eagle screams, and passes by. 'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, 'Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, 'Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 'Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — 'No more I weep. They do not sleep. 'On yonder cliffs, a...
Pagina 249 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Pagina 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Pagina 52 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!
Pagina 195 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...
Pagina 238 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Pagina 148 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Pagina 387 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 134 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.