Old BalladsE. Nister, 1906 - 148 sider |
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... THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE LOVELY NAN · THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL . TELL ME NOT , SWEET · SHE WORE A WREATH OF ROSES O NANNY , WILT THOU GO WITH ME ? 108 II2 • 124 126 • • 128 130 133 136 139 • 140 • 142 D'YE KEN JOHN Peel ...
... THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE LOVELY NAN · THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL . TELL ME NOT , SWEET · SHE WORE A WREATH OF ROSES O NANNY , WILT THOU GO WITH ME ? 108 II2 • 124 126 • • 128 130 133 136 139 • 140 • 142 D'YE KEN JOHN Peel ...
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ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP . ROCK'D in the cradle of the deep , I lay me down in peace to sleep ; Secure , I rest upon the wave , For Thou , O Lord , hast pow'r to save . I know Thou wilt not slight my call , For Thou dost note the ...
ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP . ROCK'D in the cradle of the deep , I lay me down in peace to sleep ; Secure , I rest upon the wave , For Thou , O Lord , hast pow'r to save . I know Thou wilt not slight my call , For Thou dost note the ...
Side 142
... wilt thou go with me , Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town ? Can silent glens have charms for thee , The lowly cot and russet gown ? No longer drest in silken sheen , No longer deck'd 142 OLD BALLADS . O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH 108 124 ...
... wilt thou go with me , Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town ? Can silent glens have charms for thee , The lowly cot and russet gown ? No longer drest in silken sheen , No longer deck'd 142 OLD BALLADS . O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH 108 124 ...
Side 143
... thou quit each courtly scene , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? O Nanny , when thou'rt far away , Wilt thou not cast a wish behind ? Say , can'st thou face the parching ray , Nor shrink before the wintry wind ? Oh , can that soft ...
... thou quit each courtly scene , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? O Nanny , when thou'rt far away , Wilt thou not cast a wish behind ? Say , can'st thou face the parching ray , Nor shrink before the wintry wind ? Oh , can that soft ...
Side 144
And when at last thy love shall die , Wilt thou receive his parting breath , Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh , And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers , and drop the tender ...
And when at last thy love shall die , Wilt thou receive his parting breath , Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh , And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers , and drop the tender ...
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Alice Gray Allan Water alley auld lang syne auld Robin Gray bailiff's daughter baith banks of Allan Bay of Biscay Bonnie Dundee bonnie fish brow Buy my caller caller herrin canna Charles Dibdin charming Coleraine couldna darling dear doth go drawn frae Duncan ENISTER fair fill fish and halesome Good-night halesome farin Hearts of oak heav'n his soul Islington John Anderson ken John Peel kiss lads lass leather bottèl Let the toast lives lovely Nan maids Margery Molly Bawn Molly Malone morning ne'er never o'er Ohone old English gentleman old Simon place like home pretty Jane prove an excuse Richmond Hill Robin Adair Sally Samuel Lover sigh sing sleep soul may dwell sweet tear tell There's no place thou wert fairest thro toast pass trip Twas warrant she'll prove waterman Widow Malone Wilt thou wish in heav'n wonna WOODMAN wooing o't wreath
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Side 131 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 22 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Side 36 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Side 23 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Side 38 - Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft.
Side 103 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Side 124 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE! , spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Side 29 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The minstrel fell! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder; And said, "No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery!
Side 57 - 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 the sons of the waves?
Side 11 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.