The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 страница |
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... bonnie lassie , cried Sandy awa ' Chairs to mend ! old chairs to mend ! Come , come my jolly lads Come , folks , come , to my phrenologic lecturing Come tell me blue eyed stranger Come haste thee , come haste thee Come rest on this ...
... bonnie lassie , cried Sandy awa ' Chairs to mend ! old chairs to mend ! Come , come my jolly lads Come , folks , come , to my phrenologic lecturing Come tell me blue eyed stranger Come haste thee , come haste thee Come rest on this ...
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... bonnie , ho the bonnie 45 51 Hail to the chief now he's wet through with whiskey 89 How happy is the sailor's life 137 Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling 140 How stands the glass around 165 Hark the muffled drum sounds 172 He comes ...
... bonnie , ho the bonnie 45 51 Hail to the chief now he's wet through with whiskey 89 How happy is the sailor's life 137 Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling 140 How stands the glass around 165 Hark the muffled drum sounds 172 He comes ...
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... both messmates Jack vat are you arter Kitty Maggs was a servant to farmer Styles Let us go , lassie , go , Let us haste to Kelvin grove , bonnie lassie , O 290 201 271 ་ Let Erin remember the days of old Let him X CONTENTS .
... both messmates Jack vat are you arter Kitty Maggs was a servant to farmer Styles Let us go , lassie , go , Let us haste to Kelvin grove , bonnie lassie , O 290 201 271 ་ Let Erin remember the days of old Let him X CONTENTS .
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... bonnie lass now turn to me 54 March , march , Ettrick and Teviotdale 57 My thoughts delight to wander 92 My darling , says Pat to his spouse on his lap 111 Mulroony's my name , I'm a comical boy 113 Merry gipsies alì are we - Mr Dip ...
... bonnie lass now turn to me 54 March , march , Ettrick and Teviotdale 57 My thoughts delight to wander 92 My darling , says Pat to his spouse on his lap 111 Mulroony's my name , I'm a comical boy 113 Merry gipsies alì are we - Mr Dip ...
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... bonnie Doon Young Jamie lov'd me weel , and ask'd me Ye banks and braes and streams around Young Ben he was a nice young man 225 235 239 243 - 250 259 - 261 264 - 269 296 302 36 41 48 - 60 74 222 Additional Songs , not inserted in the ...
... bonnie Doon Young Jamie lov'd me weel , and ask'd me Ye banks and braes and streams around Young Ben he was a nice young man 225 235 239 243 - 250 259 - 261 264 - 269 296 302 36 41 48 - 60 74 222 Additional Songs , not inserted in the ...
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Чести термини и фразе
adieu arms auld lang syne Balloch banners Bay of Biscay blow blue bonnie lassie bosom bottle boys brave braw John breast knots bright Charlie charms cheek cheer cried dear Derry Dicky drink drum e'er ev'ry fair fame fear fight flowers Fol de riddle frae gallant girl glass glory grave heart Heaven Heigho Highland horn Jack John Anderson Kentucky kiss laddie lady land lass Lochinvar maid merrily merry morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy pibroch poor riddle lol roar Rob Roy Macgregor rose round Roy's wife sail sailor Sally Brown Scotland shellelagh shore sigh sing smile sodger soldier SONGS soon soul sound sprig Star-spangled Banner sure sweet tear tell thee thine thou thro trepan Troubadour true TUNE Twas wave wind wwwwwww Yankee young young Jessie
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Страница 73 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Страница 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Страница 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Страница 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Страница 175 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Страница 30 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Страница 268 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Страница 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Страница 74 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters...
Страница 75 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!