Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 sider |
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... cheer up , my lads Come , all ye jolly Sailors bold Come bustle , bustle , drink about Come , if you dare , our Trumpets sound . Come , live with me , and be my Love Come , now , all ye Social powers Come , thou Monarch of the Vine ...
... cheer up , my lads Come , all ye jolly Sailors bold Come bustle , bustle , drink about Come , if you dare , our Trumpets sound . Come , live with me , and be my Love Come , now , all ye Social powers Come , thou Monarch of the Vine ...
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... cheer Women are best when they are at rest Charles Dibdin PAGE 212 · 188 Charles Kenney 76 G. M. Lewis 262 66 The Hive " 63 Sir John Suckling 150 130 Francis Bennoch 314 • · 142 95 • 105 Woodmen , Shepherds , come away Would you choose ...
... cheer Women are best when they are at rest Charles Dibdin PAGE 212 · 188 Charles Kenney 76 G. M. Lewis 262 66 The Hive " 63 Sir John Suckling 150 130 Francis Bennoch 314 • · 142 95 • 105 Woodmen , Shepherds , come away Would you choose ...
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... cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear , Nor then regret those scenes so gay , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? Robert Burns affirmed this song to be the ...
... cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear , Nor then regret those scenes so gay , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? Robert Burns affirmed this song to be the ...
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... cheer and bawl for't , - 66 A pot of porter , ho ! " When to Old England I come home , What joy to see the tankard foam ! With heart so light and frolic high , I drink it off to liberty ! Where wine or water can be found , Fal lal , fal ...
... cheer and bawl for't , - 66 A pot of porter , ho ! " When to Old England I come home , What joy to see the tankard foam ! With heart so light and frolic high , I drink it off to liberty ! Where wine or water can be found , Fal lal , fal ...
Side 132
... spirits agog ; But since upon land I've been steering , Experience has alter'd my tale , For nothing on earth is so cheering As a bumper of English good ale . HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN . R. B. 132 CONVIVIAL SONGS .
... spirits agog ; But since upon land I've been steering , Experience has alter'd my tale , For nothing on earth is so cheering As a bumper of English good ale . HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN . R. B. 132 CONVIVIAL SONGS .
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Abraham Newland ancient Bacchus ballads beauty born boys brave British grenadiers CHARLES DIBDIN CHARLES MACKAY charms chase cheer cold Crazy Jane cuckoo dance delight died doth drink England English melody eyes fair fear foes glee glory Hark Harry Carey hath heart Hearts of oak heav'n his soul heaven High trolollie hope horn hounds hunting JOHN jolly king kiss'd ladies land lass leather bottèl live Lord lover maid merrily merry mind morn music by Dr ne'er never night o'er old cap pleasure Poetry poor popular praise R. B. SHERIDAN Richmond Hill round row row Rule Britannia sail sailor ship sigh sing smile soldiers song Spanish Armada sport stanzas sung sweet Tally-ho tears tell thee There's thine Thomas Campbell thou true-love Twas Vicar of Bray wine wish in heav'n youth
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Side 55 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Side 202 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast ; And bends the gallant mast my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Side 150 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Side 36 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Side 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Side 67 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Side 201 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Side 146 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Side 43 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 178 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.