St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in PrintCampbell Denovan, 1782 - 324 sider |
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Side 4
... live fingle they never wear horns , Thofe that live fingle are happy ; Thofe that are married do lye upon thorns , They always go ragged and fhabby . Sing cuckolds come dig , cuckolds come dig , Round about cuckolds come dance to my jig ...
... live fingle they never wear horns , Thofe that live fingle are happy ; Thofe that are married do lye upon thorns , They always go ragged and fhabby . Sing cuckolds come dig , cuckolds come dig , Round about cuckolds come dance to my jig ...
Side 17
... lives in a well , Why , I vow , I ne'er cou'd fee Let the water - drinkers tell , There it always lay for me . O ! the days , & c . For , when fparkling wine went round , Never faw I falfehood's mafk ; But ftill honeft truth I found At ...
... lives in a well , Why , I vow , I ne'er cou'd fee Let the water - drinkers tell , There it always lay for me . O ! the days , & c . For , when fparkling wine went round , Never faw I falfehood's mafk ; But ftill honeft truth I found At ...
Side 33
... ftill dear , O long may'ft - thou live , though IN COG , Some deity whifper'd thine ear , And hinted the liquor call'd Grog . For Grog , & c . Of vineyards the Monfieurs may boast , Or delight in The BRITISH SONGSTER . 33 SONG 26. ...
... ftill dear , O long may'ft - thou live , though IN COG , Some deity whifper'd thine ear , And hinted the liquor call'd Grog . For Grog , & c . Of vineyards the Monfieurs may boast , Or delight in The BRITISH SONGSTER . 33 SONG 26. ...
Side 35
... live at cafe with rags and fleas , We value not our dreffes . Drink away , & c . We fcorn all ladies washes , With which they spoil each feature , No patch or paint our beauties want , We live in fimple nature , No colick , fpleen or ...
... live at cafe with rags and fleas , We value not our dreffes . Drink away , & c . We fcorn all ladies washes , With which they spoil each feature , No patch or paint our beauties want , We live in fimple nature , No colick , fpleen or ...
Side 36
... live to - day , and ne'er delay Our pleasure till to - morrow . Drink away , & c . SONG 28 . LEAVE off your foolish pratting , Talk no more of Whig and Tory , But drink your glass , Round let it pafs , The bottle ftands before ye , Fill ...
... live to - day , and ne'er delay Our pleasure till to - morrow . Drink away , & c . SONG 28 . LEAVE off your foolish pratting , Talk no more of Whig and Tory , But drink your glass , Round let it pafs , The bottle ftands before ye , Fill ...
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Side 320 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
Side 266 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Side 51 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Side 52 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
Side 267 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
Side 200 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was in the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Side 52 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Side 183 - Tis pride puts a' the country down, Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee. Every land has its ain laugh, Ilk kind of corn it has its hool ; I think the warld is a' run wrang, When ilka wife her man wad rule.
Side 144 - 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 108 - Jeany's face May caufe mae men to rue, And that may gar me fay, alas ! But what's that to you ? Conceal thy beauties if thou can, Hide that fweet face of thine, That I may only be the man Enjoys thefe looks divine. O do not proftitute, my dear, Wonders to common view, And I with faithful heart fhall fwear, For ever to be true.