The Boston Melodeon: A Collection of Secular Melodies, Consisting of Songs, Glees, Rounds, Catches, &c., Including Many of the Most Popular Pieces of the Day

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Side 87 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!
Side 167 - I dreamt that suitors sought my hand, That knights upon bended knee, And with vows no maiden heart could withstand, They pledged their faith to me.
Side 96 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Side 52 - Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Side 8 - SHADES of ev'ning close not o'er us, Leave our lonely bark awhile ; Morn, alas ! will not restore us Yonder dim and distant isle. Still my fancy can discover Sunny spots where friends may dwell ; Darker shadows round us hover, — Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well...
Side 43 - Through the grass at his feet crept maidens sweet, To gather the dew of May. And on that day to the rebeck gay They frolicked with lovesome swains ; They are gone, they are dead, in the churchyard laid, But the tree it still remains.
Side 173 - To soothe her, leaving that dear homeShe ne'er might view again. I saw her but a moment — Yet methinks I see her now, With the wreath of orange blossoms Upon her snowy brow. And once again I see that brow, No bridal wreath is there, The widow's sombre cap conceals...
Side 109 - Twould make the earth a cheerless place, Should we dispense with these. The little birds — how fond they play ! Do not disturb their sport ; But let them warble forth their songs Till winter cuts them short. Don't kill the birds — the happy birds That bless the field and grove : So innocent to look upon, They claim our warmest love.
Side 173 - Her once luxuriant hair; She weeps in silent solitude, And there is no one near To press her hand within his own, And wipe away the tear. I see her broken-hearted ! Yet, methinks, I see her now In the pride of youth and beauty, With a garland on her brow.
Side 72 - ... And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there Than reign our English queen.' 'If. Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we That dwell by dale and down. And if thou canst that riddle read, As read full well you may, Then to the greenwood shall thou speed As blithe as Queen of May.

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