Hearty staves of heart-music (selected) by J.E. Clarke |
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Sida 5
... fall , I give my soldier - boy a blade . The eye which mark'd its peerless edge , The hand that weigh'd its balanced poise , Anvil and pincers , forge and wedge , Are gone with all their flame and noise , And still the gleaming sword ...
... fall , I give my soldier - boy a blade . The eye which mark'd its peerless edge , The hand that weigh'd its balanced poise , Anvil and pincers , forge and wedge , Are gone with all their flame and noise , And still the gleaming sword ...
Sida 18
... fall ; While thou shalt flourish , great and free , The dread and envy of them all . Rule Britannia ! & c . Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful for each foreign stroke ; As the loud blast that tears the skies , Serves ...
... fall ; While thou shalt flourish , great and free , The dread and envy of them all . Rule Britannia ! & c . Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful for each foreign stroke ; As the loud blast that tears the skies , Serves ...
Sida 25
... fall— They may strike , they may cleave , but they cannot appal ; With lightnings above us , and darkness below , Through the wild waste of waters right onward we go . Hurrah ! my brave comrades , ye may drink - ye may sleep , - The ...
... fall— They may strike , they may cleave , but they cannot appal ; With lightnings above us , and darkness below , Through the wild waste of waters right onward we go . Hurrah ! my brave comrades , ye may drink - ye may sleep , - The ...
Sida 39
... fall , For the tillage and plough that give health to all . Here's a song for the British farmer bold , With his golden grain and his cattle - fold ; A loftier theme perchance may be , But here's power and wealth to his old roof - tree ...
... fall , For the tillage and plough that give health to all . Here's a song for the British farmer bold , With his golden grain and his cattle - fold ; A loftier theme perchance may be , But here's power and wealth to his old roof - tree ...
Sida 43
... falling barley - swath ; While we sing with spirits blithe , We may hear his ringing scythe . Rink - a - tink , rink - a - tink , rink - a - tink a - tink . Time , the mower , cuts down all , High and low , and great and small , Fear ...
... falling barley - swath ; While we sing with spirits blithe , We may hear his ringing scythe . Rink - a - tink , rink - a - tink , rink - a - tink a - tink . Time , the mower , cuts down all , High and low , and great and small , Fear ...
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afloat bless boast boatie rows bonnie boys brave breeze British British Grenadiers brothers brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek cheer coming Davidson's dear deep earth ERSKINE CLARKE eyes fair faith Farewell father fear flag frae gale grain guard hand happy harvest hath hear heart Hearts of oak hero honest hope Household treasures Hurrah ivy green John Anderson labour land MARY HOWITT merry merry England morn Music at Z. T. nane like you-there's Nannie ne'er Never give night noble o'er old England outward bound owre young plough proud rich rink-a-tink a-tink round Rule Britannia sail ship shore sing smile song sorrow stormy tempests blow Strike the iron strong SUNSET TREE tears thee there's nae luck thine thou toil true Trust Tubal Cain voice wave wealth weel wife wind you-there's nane Z. T. Purday's
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Sida 72 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Sida 72 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Sida 10 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Sida 24 - Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Sida 98 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Sida 73 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Sida 87 - Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that; Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may,— As come it will for a' that,— That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a
Sida 60 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
Sida 104 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Sida 120 - Tis a lesson you should heed, Try, try, try again ; If at first you don't succeed, Try, try, try again. Then your courage should appear, For if you will persevere, You will conquer, never fear, Try, try, try again.