Old BalladsE. Nister, 1906 - 148 sider |
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Side 113
... let them all do what they can , ' Twas for one end- the use of man . E his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl . Now , what do you say to these cans of. So I wish in heav'n So I wish in heav'n. OLD BALLADS . 113.
... let them all do what they can , ' Twas for one end- the use of man . E his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl . Now , what do you say to these cans of. So I wish in heav'n So I wish in heav'n. OLD BALLADS . 113.
Side 114
... heav'n his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl . Then what do you say to these glasses fine ? Oh , they shall have no praise of mine ; For if you chance to touch the brim , Down 114 OLD BALLADS .
... heav'n his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl . Then what do you say to these glasses fine ? Oh , they shall have no praise of mine ; For if you chance to touch the brim , Down 114 OLD BALLADS .
Side 115
... heav'n his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl . Then what do you say to these black pots three ? If a man and his wife should not agree , Why , they'll tug and pull till their liquor doth spill ; In a leather bottèl ...
... heav'n his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl . Then what do you say to these black pots three ? If a man and his wife should not agree , Why , they'll tug and pull till their liquor doth spill ; In a leather bottèl ...
Side 116
... till their hearts do ake , And yet their liquor no harm can take . his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bot tèl . Then what do you say to these flagons fine ? So I wish in heav'n So I wish in heav'n. 116 OLD BALLADS .
... till their hearts do ake , And yet their liquor no harm can take . his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bot tèl . Then what do you say to these flagons fine ? So I wish in heav'n So I wish in heav'n. 116 OLD BALLADS .
Side 117
... heav'n his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl . A leather bottèl we know is good , Far better than glasses or cans of wood ; For when a man's at work in the field Your OLD BALLADS . 117.
... heav'n his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl . A leather bottèl we know is good , Far better than glasses or cans of wood ; For when a man's at work in the field Your OLD BALLADS . 117.
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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.