The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volum 21816 |
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Side 93
... soldier . Should the captain of her dear , Use his vain endeavour , Whisp'ring nonsense in her ear , Two fond hearts to sever ; At his passion she will scoff , Laughing , she will put him off , Lira lira la , lira lira la , For her ...
... soldier . Should the captain of her dear , Use his vain endeavour , Whisp'ring nonsense in her ear , Two fond hearts to sever ; At his passion she will scoff , Laughing , she will put him off , Lira lira la , lira lira la , For her ...
Side 101
... SOLDIER TIR'D . THE soldier , tir'd of war's alarms , Forswears the clang of hostile arms , And scorns the spear and shield ; But if the brazen trumpet sounds , He burns with conquest to be crown'd , And dares again the field . AH ...
... SOLDIER TIR'D . THE soldier , tir'd of war's alarms , Forswears the clang of hostile arms , And scorns the spear and shield ; But if the brazen trumpet sounds , He burns with conquest to be crown'd , And dares again the field . AH ...
Side 103
... soldiers , our sailors , our statesmen , and king . Hearts of oak , & c . THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE . How sweet , at close of eve , The harp's responsive sound ; How sweet the vows that ne'er deceive , And deeds by virtue crown'd . How ...
... soldiers , our sailors , our statesmen , and king . Hearts of oak , & c . THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE . How sweet , at close of eve , The harp's responsive sound ; How sweet the vows that ne'er deceive , And deeds by virtue crown'd . How ...
Side 115
... soldiers why Should we be melancholy , boys ! Why soldiers why ! Whose business ' tis to die ! What ! sighing ! fie ; Don't fear , drink on , be jolly , boys ! ' Tis he , you , or I , — Cold , hot , wet , or dry ; We're always found to ...
... soldiers why Should we be melancholy , boys ! Why soldiers why ! Whose business ' tis to die ! What ! sighing ! fie ; Don't fear , drink on , be jolly , boys ! ' Tis he , you , or I , — Cold , hot , wet , or dry ; We're always found to ...
Side 116
... soldiers to complain ; Should next campaign Send us to him who made us , boys , We're free from pain ; But if we remain , A bottle and good company Cure all again . THE WANDERING BOY . WHEN the winter wind whistles along the wild moor ...
... soldiers to complain ; Should next campaign Send us to him who made us , boys , We're free from pain ; But if we remain , A bottle and good company Cure all again . THE WANDERING BOY . WHEN the winter wind whistles along the wild moor ...
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ADIEU Arethusa Ballyporeen bay of Biscay beam beauty bless blest blooming blow bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer cold cottage Crazy Jane cried dear death delight Derry e'er Erin Erin go Bragh ev'ry fair Farewell fate father father Murphy flowers fond frae girl glory go Bragh grave grief happy Hark heart Hearts of oak Heav'n hope Kate Kearney Killarney kiss lads lass life's lov'd love's lover maid mild ale mirth Molly Malone morning mourn ne'er Neddy never night Norah o'er Paddy pity pleasure poor pow'r Robin Adair Robin Gray rose round Rule Britannia sail says shore sigh sigh'd sing smile soft soldier song sorrow soul sprig of shillelah storms sung sweet sweetly tear tell thee there's thine thou thro TUNE Twas vale wander Whilst whisky wind young youth
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Side 151 - India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale. Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Side 267 - I'll wage thee ! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy ; Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Side 280 - And You, farewell ! whose merits claim Justly, that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honor'd, noble name To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here, When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear, To him, the Bard that's far awa'.
Side 150 - 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.
Side 151 - O 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 277 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Side 176 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Side 71 - She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 61 - FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name— She abandons me now — but the page of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame.
Side 106 - While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn : Alas ! from hence there's no retreating, Alas ! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us : Both chain-pumps are choak'd below.