The roundelay; a selection of comic, martial, naval and sentimental songs1815 |
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Side 23
... ocean : Poor wretches ! they soon found their graves ; For me it may be only fancy-- But love seem'd to forbid the waves To snatch me from the arms of Nancy . Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd , Scarce winds and waves had ceas'd to ...
... ocean : Poor wretches ! they soon found their graves ; For me it may be only fancy-- But love seem'd to forbid the waves To snatch me from the arms of Nancy . Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd , Scarce winds and waves had ceas'd to ...
Side 31
... ocean , And some die on the land . Then since ' tis clear , Howe'er we steer , No man's life's under his command , Let tempests howl , And billows roll , And danger press ; Of those in spite there are some joys , Us jolly tars to bless ...
... ocean , And some die on the land . Then since ' tis clear , Howe'er we steer , No man's life's under his command , Let tempests howl , And billows roll , And danger press ; Of those in spite there are some joys , Us jolly tars to bless ...
Side 41
... ocean , When lightnings dart , when thunders roll , And all is wild commotion ; When o'er the bark the white top't waves With boist'rous sweeps are rolling , Yet coolly still the whole he braves , Untam'd amidst the howling . When deep ...
... ocean , When lightnings dart , when thunders roll , And all is wild commotion ; When o'er the bark the white top't waves With boist'rous sweeps are rolling , Yet coolly still the whole he braves , Untam'd amidst the howling . When deep ...
Side 52
... ocean , Where shoals made skilful vet'rans fear , Which mark'd him for promotion ; As none to the pilot ere answer'd like he , When he gave the command , in the pool or at sea , Luff , boys , luff ! Keep her near ! Clear the buoy ! make ...
... ocean , Where shoals made skilful vet'rans fear , Which mark'd him for promotion ; As none to the pilot ere answer'd like he , When he gave the command , in the pool or at sea , Luff , boys , luff ! Keep her near ! Clear the buoy ! make ...
Side 55
... ocean sounded , While How , Jarvis , Duncan , and Nelson's name resounded , But the battle of the Nile , Was the foremost of the file , And all th ' angelic choir sung the glories of that day : Arouse , arouse , ye sons of mirthful ...
... ocean sounded , While How , Jarvis , Duncan , and Nelson's name resounded , But the battle of the Nile , Was the foremost of the file , And all th ' angelic choir sung the glories of that day : Arouse , arouse , ye sons of mirthful ...
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Arthur O'Bradley battle Bay of Biscay beauty boatswain bold bosom boys brave Britannia British Britons call'd Captain Mulligan cheer Crazy Jane cried d'ye dear death deck delight Derry dogs drink e'er England ev'ry fair fear fight Four and twenty girl give glory grief grog hand Hark heart honest hounds huzza island Jack jolly Kate Kearney Killarney ladies lads land live look look'd maid married merry mild ale Mister Hase morning Nancy ne'er neat never night o'er ocean pleasure Poll poor poor Jack Post Captain pretty Robin Adair Rule Britannia sail sailors Sally Sally Solomons save the King shore sigh sigh'd smile Snob soon soul spirit Spoken sure sweet tars tears tell thee there's thou thunder thundering cannons to-morrow true turn'd twas Twill Vicar of Bray wife wind
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Side 130 - HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew ; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.
Side 245 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Side 60 - ... 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. Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors when away In every port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
Side 46 - STAY, Lady, stay, for mercy's sake, And hear a helpless Orphan's tale : Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ; 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died — And I am now an orphan boy. Poor foolish child ! how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows...
Side 60 - So the sweet lark, high poised 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 106 - I'd give it all to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master and the neighbours all Make game of me and Sally, And, but for her, I'd better be A slave and row a galley ; But when my seven long years are out O then I'll marry Sally,— O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed... But not in our alley ! H. Carey CLXVIII A FAREWELL Go fetch to me a pint o...
Side 105 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Side 204 - There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack!
Side 40 - To share with him the pang of woe? Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care; Nor wistful those gay scenes recall Where thou wert fairest of the fair? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
Side 57 - I'll envy no nabob his riches or fame, Nor what honours may wait him to-morrow. From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely Secured by a neighbouring hill; And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly By the sound of a murmuring rill: And while peace and plenty I find at my board, With a heart free from sickness and sorrow, With my friends may I share what today may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow.