The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Том 21816 |
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... mother lies low , When suddenly came on a thick fall of snow , And I know not a step of my way . This is craft ! cry'd the farmer , if I judge aright ; I suspect thy curs'd gang may be near . Thou wouldst open the door to the ruffians ...
... mother lies low , When suddenly came on a thick fall of snow , And I know not a step of my way . This is craft ! cry'd the farmer , if I judge aright ; I suspect thy curs'd gang may be near . Thou wouldst open the door to the ruffians ...
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... mother all the day : Why , Owen , & c . When thinking of my Owen , my eyes with tears they fill , And then my mother chides me , because my wheel stands still : How can I think of spinning whilst Owen's far away : Why , Owen , & c . Oh ...
... mother all the day : Why , Owen , & c . When thinking of my Owen , my eyes with tears they fill , And then my mother chides me , because my wheel stands still : How can I think of spinning whilst Owen's far away : Why , Owen , & c . Oh ...
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... Sweet smile , it is clear , We are twins , and soft pity our mother ; And how lovely that face , Which together we grace , For the woe and the bliss of another ! LILIES OF THE VALLEY . O'ER barren hills and flowr'y 46 ENGLISH SONGS .
... Sweet smile , it is clear , We are twins , and soft pity our mother ; And how lovely that face , Which together we grace , For the woe and the bliss of another ! LILIES OF THE VALLEY . O'ER barren hills and flowr'y 46 ENGLISH SONGS .
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... mother I have , and no friend I can claim , Deserted and cheerless I roam ; My father has fought for his country and ... mother's lot , Alas ! too severely she felt : Bow'd down by misfortune , death made her his own , And snatch'd her ...
... mother I have , and no friend I can claim , Deserted and cheerless I roam ; My father has fought for his country and ... mother's lot , Alas ! too severely she felt : Bow'd down by misfortune , death made her his own , And snatch'd her ...
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... mother , no , I'll ne'er forget the love , the gratitude I owe . Blythe as the rays that cheer the blushing morn , Puls'd in this heart , dear sister , dost thou move Blest with each charm that can thy sex adorn ; Yet sister , oh ...
... mother , no , I'll ne'er forget the love , the gratitude I owe . Blythe as the rays that cheer the blushing morn , Puls'd in this heart , dear sister , dost thou move Blest with each charm that can thy sex adorn ; Yet sister , oh ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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'.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.