The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volum 21816 |
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Side 5
... cold ! To his servant the farmer cry'd - Sue move thy feet , And admit the poor wretch from the storm ; For our chimney will not lose a jot of its heat , Altho ' the night - wand'rer may there find a seat , And beside our wood embers ...
... cold ! To his servant the farmer cry'd - Sue move thy feet , And admit the poor wretch from the storm ; For our chimney will not lose a jot of its heat , Altho ' the night - wand'rer may there find a seat , And beside our wood embers ...
Side 7
... cold looks on the shore ; So I pack'd up the trifling remnants I'd got , And a trifle , alas ! was my store . A handkerchief held all the treasure I had , Which over my shoulder I threw ; Away then I trudg'd , with a heart rather sad ...
... cold looks on the shore ; So I pack'd up the trifling remnants I'd got , And a trifle , alas ! was my store . A handkerchief held all the treasure I had , Which over my shoulder I threw ; Away then I trudg'd , with a heart rather sad ...
Side 8
... cold to me , Robin Adair ; But now thou'rt cold to me , Robin Adair . Yet him I lov'd so well , Still in my heart shall dwell . Oh ! I can ne'er forget Robin Adair . DULCE DOMUM . DEEP in a vale a cottage stood , Oft sought by trav ...
... cold to me , Robin Adair ; But now thou'rt cold to me , Robin Adair . Yet him I lov'd so well , Still in my heart shall dwell . Oh ! I can ne'er forget Robin Adair . DULCE DOMUM . DEEP in a vale a cottage stood , Oft sought by trav ...
Side 17
... cold bed Where Will Watch , the bold smuggler , that fam'd law- less fellow , Once fear'd , now forgot , sleeps in peace with the dead . THE COTTAGE ON THE MOOR . My mam is no more , and my dad in his grave , Little orphans are sister ...
... cold bed Where Will Watch , the bold smuggler , that fam'd law- less fellow , Once fear'd , now forgot , sleeps in peace with the dead . THE COTTAGE ON THE MOOR . My mam is no more , and my dad in his grave , Little orphans are sister ...
Side 27
... cold steel you employ , The tinder of feeling you never can light ; Nor e'er give a mite to the poor little boy , Who cries , Buy my matches , from morning till night . And you , ye proud fair of this ocean girt land , With beauty ...
... cold steel you employ , The tinder of feeling you never can light ; Nor e'er give a mite to the poor little boy , Who cries , Buy my matches , from morning till night . And you , ye proud fair of this ocean girt land , With beauty ...
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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
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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'.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.