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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... thought nothing but a second would cure her . But her phiz was so funny , that , though she had plenty of money , she staggered all who came to her ; Mr. Double - lungs , we wish to hear your song . ' --Sir , I'll sing with all my heart ...
... thought nothing but a second would cure her . But her phiz was so funny , that , though she had plenty of money , she staggered all who came to her ; Mr. Double - lungs , we wish to hear your song . ' --Sir , I'll sing with all my heart ...
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... thought her angel , she turn'd cut a devil . Poor Mr. Spriggs ! She sung , parlez vou'd , danc'd waltzes and jigs , She wasted the tea , and the sugar , and figs , And said she'd be mistress , please the pigs . Poor Mr. Spriggs ! Mrs ...
... thought her angel , she turn'd cut a devil . Poor Mr. Spriggs ! She sung , parlez vou'd , danc'd waltzes and jigs , She wasted the tea , and the sugar , and figs , And said she'd be mistress , please the pigs . Poor Mr. Spriggs ! Mrs ...
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... thought when young enough to choose , And I spurned at the offer of sweet Mister Goose , But now I do repent , and think I was to blame To refuse an honest man on account of his name . SPOKEN . ] Well , really , I don't think the name ...
... thought when young enough to choose , And I spurned at the offer of sweet Mister Goose , But now I do repent , and think I was to blame To refuse an honest man on account of his name . SPOKEN . ] Well , really , I don't think the name ...
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... thought Neddy ) Like a red cabbage , blushing , she held her head down . ( Gammon and spinage , quoth Neddy ) Then he from his pocket most slyly drew Of dead sheep's eyes a dozen or two , Which one by one at the girl he threw . ( Now I ...
... thought Neddy ) Like a red cabbage , blushing , she held her head down . ( Gammon and spinage , quoth Neddy ) Then he from his pocket most slyly drew Of dead sheep's eyes a dozen or two , Which one by one at the girl he threw . ( Now I ...
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... thought was puff , Fol lol de dol , & c . So I took both copper , silver , brass , you'll own I've got enough . Fol lol de dol , & c . Now , my father seeing very well I was the rising sort , And that a rope or heavy purse at last must ...
... thought was puff , Fol lol de dol , & c . So I took both copper , silver , brass , you'll own I've got enough . Fol lol de dol , & c . Now , my father seeing very well I was the rising sort , And that a rope or heavy purse at last must ...
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Arrah Bacchus beauty Billy Taylor 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 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 play 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 wife wind wine young zounds
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Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.