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Side 5
... tell you how he was fallen , Our creat crandmother Eve , ( a pox Cot take her for a plaguy package ) must needs go a rambling and a changling from home , and coot not stay at home with her own huspand , but did rop an orchard , te Devil ...
... tell you how he was fallen , Our creat crandmother Eve , ( a pox Cot take her for a plaguy package ) must needs go a rambling and a changling from home , and coot not stay at home with her own huspand , but did rop an orchard , te Devil ...
Side 6
... tell you . It profed those parcel of plaguy Lawyers , Attoornies , and Pum - Pailiffs , to rop the people , and keep their estates and monies all themselves . But after dis there came another sin upon the earth , and prout a heavier ...
... tell you . It profed those parcel of plaguy Lawyers , Attoornies , and Pum - Pailiffs , to rop the people , and keep their estates and monies all themselves . But after dis there came another sin upon the earth , and prout a heavier ...
Side 7
... tell him Aat and plain You are all turned Goats ! - - - Ainen , CUPID AMONG THE BACHELORS . AT a bachelor's feast , Tom Monk was presiding , Now at wedlock rude jeering , then Cupid deriding , When down flew the God from above ; Soon ...
... tell him Aat and plain You are all turned Goats ! - - - Ainen , CUPID AMONG THE BACHELORS . AT a bachelor's feast , Tom Monk was presiding , Now at wedlock rude jeering , then Cupid deriding , When down flew the God from above ; Soon ...
Side 8
... tell , brave tars , come tell the truth , As you the ocean travers'd wide , Saw you my love , the bravest youth , That.
... tell , brave tars , come tell the truth , As you the ocean travers'd wide , Saw you my love , the bravest youth , That.
Side 10
... tell you the whole of the rout , Its too late in the night to begin So to cut my tale short , --I'm com❜d out , But the devil knows how I got in . Sing tol , & c . ** THE GIRL OF THE SEASONS . I'M the Girl of the Seasons , am knowu far ...
... tell you the whole of the rout , Its too late in the night to begin So to cut my tale short , --I'm com❜d out , But the devil knows how I got in . Sing tol , & c . ** THE GIRL OF THE SEASONS . I'M the Girl of the Seasons , am knowu far ...
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Ballinafad beauty bold bosom bow wow boys brave British Brown Bess bumper call'd cloaths coot Crazy Jane cries cry'd d'ye dear delight Derry devil diddle dee drink e'en e'er Erin go Bragh ev'ry eyes fair Fame fat friar Flitch of Bacon freedom calls Frog give glory Hark hear heart heave Heigho hey diddle horse jolly King lads lady lass laugh liv'd look look'd Lord lov'd lovers maid marry master Miss morning Nancy ne'er never night o'er Poor Jack POST CAPTAIN pretty quizzing glass round rowly powly sailor says Peter shew ship sigh sigh'd sing smile song soon soul Spoken sung sweet tars tears tell thee there's thing thou thought thro Tol de rol took true twas Ulverston wife willow Windermere young Zeida zounds
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Side 77 - So the sweet lark, high pois'd 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 . The noblest Captain in the British fleet, Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.
Side 77 - 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 142 - twas just all as one as High Dutch; For he said how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see, Without orders that come down below; And a many fine things that proved clearly...
Side 78 - Though battle call me from thy arms Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms William shall to his Dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
Side 122 - THE EXILE OF ERIN There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill : For his country he sighed when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...
Side 123 - Erin my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Side 64 - Our life is but a winter's day ; Some only breakfast and away. Others to dinner stay, and are full fed ; The oldest man but sups and goes to bed. Large is his debt who lingers out the day ; Who goes the soonest, has the least to pay.
Side 92 - CEASE, rude Boreas, blustering railer ! List, ye landsmen all, to me ; Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea ; From bounding billows, first in motion, When the distant whirlwinds rise, To the tempest-troubled ocean, Where the seas contend with skies. Hark ! the boatswain hoarsely bawling, By topsail-sheets and...
Side 98 - I'm declining, May my fate no less fortunate be Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea; With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn, While I carol away idle sorrow, And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for to-morrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too.
Side 62 - YE gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah ! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Give ear unto the mariners, And they will plainly show All the cares and the fears When the stormy winds do blow.