The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volym 21816 |
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Sida 17
... lads ; ere we think about sheering , One broadside pour in , shou'd we swim , boys , or drown . But shou'd I be popp'd off , you , my mates , left behind me , Regard my last words , see ' em kindly obey'd ; Let no stone mark the spot ...
... lads ; ere we think about sheering , One broadside pour in , shou'd we swim , boys , or drown . But shou'd I be popp'd off , you , my mates , left behind me , Regard my last words , see ' em kindly obey'd ; Let no stone mark the spot ...
Sida 20
... lads and lasses gay , Proclaim'd the birth of rosy May ; When round the May - pole , on the green , The rustic dancers all were seen ; ' Twas there young Jenny met my view ; Her like before I never knew : She sung so sweet , and danc'd ...
... lads and lasses gay , Proclaim'd the birth of rosy May ; When round the May - pole , on the green , The rustic dancers all were seen ; ' Twas there young Jenny met my view ; Her like before I never knew : She sung so sweet , and danc'd ...
Sida 87
... . More fragrant her breath Than the flower - scented heath , At the dawning of day , The hawthorn in bloom , The lily's perfume , Or the blossoms of May . THE LAD THAT I LOVE . How sweet are the H 2 ENGLISH SONGS . 87 THE ORPHAN BOY. ...
... . More fragrant her breath Than the flower - scented heath , At the dawning of day , The hawthorn in bloom , The lily's perfume , Or the blossoms of May . THE LAD THAT I LOVE . How sweet are the H 2 ENGLISH SONGS . 87 THE ORPHAN BOY. ...
Sida 88
... lad that I love . Then I'll weave him a garland , A fresh flowing garland , With lilies , and roses , And sweet blooming posies ; A garland I'll give to the lad that I love . It was down in the vale , where the sweet Torza gliding , Its ...
... lad that I love . Then I'll weave him a garland , A fresh flowing garland , With lilies , and roses , And sweet blooming posies ; A garland I'll give to the lad that I love . It was down in the vale , where the sweet Torza gliding , Its ...
Sida 102
... lads , ' tis to glory we steer , To add something more to this wonderful year ; To honour we call you , not press you like slaves , For who are so free as we sons of the waves . Hearts of oak are our ships , Jolly tars are our men ; We ...
... lads , ' tis to glory we steer , To add something more to this wonderful year ; To honour we call you , not press you like slaves , For who are so free as we sons of the waves . Hearts of oak are our ships , Jolly tars are our men ; We ...
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ADIEU Arethusa Ballyporeen bay of Biscay beam beauty bless blest blooming blow bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer cold cottage Crazy Jane cried dear death delight Derry e'er Erin Erin go Bragh ev'ry fair Farewell fate father father Murphy flowers fond frae girl glory go Bragh grave grief happy Hark heart Hearts of oak Heav'n hope Kate Kearney Killarney kiss lads lass life's lov'd love's lover maid mild ale mirth Molly Malone morning mourn ne'er Neddy never night Norah o'er Paddy pity pleasure poor pow'r Robin Adair Robin Gray rose round Rule Britannia sail says shore sigh sigh'd sing smile soft soldier song sorrow soul sprig of shillelah storms sung sweet sweetly tear tell thee there's thine thou thro TUNE Twas vale wander Whilst whisky wind young youth
Populära avsnitt
Sida 151 - India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale. Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Sida 267 - I'll wage thee ! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy ; Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Sida 280 - And You, farewell ! whose merits claim Justly, that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honor'd, noble name To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here, When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear, To him, the Bard that's far awa'.
Sida 150 - So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest.
Sida 151 - O 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.
Sida 277 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Sida 176 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Sida 71 - 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.
Sida 61 - FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name— She abandons me now — but the page of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame.
Sida 106 - While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn : Alas ! from hence there's no retreating, Alas ! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us : Both chain-pumps are choak'd below.