The Arkansas Traveller's Songster: Containing the Celebrated Story of the Arkansas Traveller: With the Music for Violin Or Piano, and Also an Extensive and Choice Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs

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Dick & Fitzgerald, 1864 - 71 sider

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Side 34 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Side 35 - I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu...
Side 58 - There, oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. 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. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream...
Side 48 - I'd lay me doun and dee. Her brow is like the snaw-drift; Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on— That e'er the sun shone on— And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa...
Side 34 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side 35 - But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary!
Side 49 - tis all for good luck," says bold Rory O'More. " Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you've teased me enough ; Sure I've thrashed, for your sake, Dinny Grimes and Jim Duff; And I've made myself drinking your health, quite a baste, So I think, after that, I may talk to the priest.
Side 49 - Now, Rory, leave off, sir — you'll hug me no more, — That's eight times to-day you have kissed me before." " Then here goes another," says he, " to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers,
Side 43 - O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. But warily tent, when ye come to court me, And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee ; Syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see, And come as ye were na comin to me.
Side 49 - that same is the way You've thrated my heart for this many a day, And 'tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure? For 'tis all for good luck," says bold Rory O'More. "Indeed, then," says Kathleen, "don't think of the like, For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike; The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound." "Faith," says Rory, "I'd rather love you than the ground.

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