Drinking songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient balladsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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Side 21
E SONG XXIV . VERY man take a glass in his hand , And drink a good health to the king ; Many years may he rule o'er this land ; May his laurels for ever fresh spring : Let wrangling and jangling ftraightway cease , Let ev'ry man ftrive ...
E SONG XXIV . VERY man take a glass in his hand , And drink a good health to the king ; Many years may he rule o'er this land ; May his laurels for ever fresh spring : Let wrangling and jangling ftraightway cease , Let ev'ry man ftrive ...
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... hand , For I've trifled an age away : ' Tis in vain to command , the fleeting fand Rolls on , and cannot ftay . Come , my lads , move the glafs , drink about , We'll drink the universe dry ; We'll fet foot to foot , and drink it all out ...
... hand , For I've trifled an age away : ' Tis in vain to command , the fleeting fand Rolls on , and cannot ftay . Come , my lads , move the glafs , drink about , We'll drink the universe dry ; We'll fet foot to foot , and drink it all out ...
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... hand , ' Tis then , and only then , That we drink the most like men , When we drink till we can neither go nor stand . SONG XLII . HE man that is drunk is void of all care , THE He needs neither Parthian quiver nor fpear : The Moors ...
... hand , ' Tis then , and only then , That we drink the most like men , When we drink till we can neither go nor stand . SONG XLII . HE man that is drunk is void of all care , THE He needs neither Parthian quiver nor fpear : The Moors ...
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... hand , He ftagger'd o'er the field . Thus did this dire contention end ; And each man of the flain Were quickly carried off to bed , Their fenfes to regain . God blefs the king , the duchefs fat , And keep the land in peace , And grant ...
... hand , He ftagger'd o'er the field . Thus did this dire contention end ; And each man of the flain Were quickly carried off to bed , Their fenfes to regain . God blefs the king , the duchefs fat , And keep the land in peace , And grant ...
Side 56
... hand , Come join , honeft Britons , in chorus with me . Let us fing our own treafures , old Englands good cheer , The profits and pleasures of ftout British beer Your wine - tipling , dram - fipping fellows retreat , But your beer ...
... hand , Come join , honeft Britons , in chorus with me . Let us fing our own treafures , old Englands good cheer , The profits and pleasures of ftout British beer Your wine - tipling , dram - fipping fellows retreat , But your beer ...
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ANACREON Bacchus BALLAD Becauſe beſt bleffings bowl boys brave bumper call'd chear Comus dear defire delight Derry doth DRAGON OF WANTLEY drink earl earl Douglas earl Percy Engliſh eyes faid fair fair lady fame fear feen feven fhall fhould fhow fighs fight fing flain fleep fmile fome fong foon forrow foul ftand ftill ftrange ftrife fuch fure fweet gallant give glaſs gold hath heart himſelf honeft Horfely houſe huſband Johny Armstrong king lady laft lord lord Barnard mafter merry mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er never night noble o'er old cap pleaſe pleaſure praiſe preſently prince queen quoth fhe reft roſe ſaid ſee ſhall ſhe SONG SONG ſpace ſpeak ſtate ſweet tell thee there's theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Vex'd vicar of Bray Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wine
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Side 153 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Side 140 - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Side 144 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and...
Side 252 - Sweet sister, do not fear ; God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear, When you are laid in grave.
Side 87 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend : This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 145 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Side 118 - Their purpose is ambition, Their practice only hate : And if they once reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell...
Side 82 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Side 253 - ... strife ; With one another they did fight About the children's life : And he that was of mildest mood, Did slay the other there, Within an unfrequented wood...
Side 24 - But an eternal health goes round. Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?