The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 страница |
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... green bosom rises Dear harp of my country - Dame Durden had five serving maids Dost thou love wandering Dear Tom this brown jug 94 109 184 188 188 - 196 Dear Doctor be clever and fling off your beaver 221 . • Drink to me only with thine ...
... green bosom rises Dear harp of my country - Dame Durden had five serving maids Dost thou love wandering Dear Tom this brown jug 94 109 184 188 188 - 196 Dear Doctor be clever and fling off your beaver 221 . • Drink to me only with thine ...
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... green I'm a tough true hearted sailor It oft - times has been told In the good ship Revenge I remember the night was stormy and wet I see them on their winding way It was Dunois the young and brave If I had a beau I love to see the ...
... green I'm a tough true hearted sailor It oft - times has been told In the good ship Revenge I remember the night was stormy and wet I see them on their winding way It was Dunois the young and brave If I had a beau I love to see the ...
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... green Marseilles Hymn Much to the battle field 114 - 144 146 - 182 202 205 206 - 259 265 280 36 39 My 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 ...
... green Marseilles Hymn Much to the battle field 114 - 144 146 - 182 202 205 206 - 259 265 280 36 39 My 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 ...
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... green hills , freedom's banner un- furl'd , And the beacon - fire rais'd that gave light to the world . ' Twas for us and our children , to conquer or die , Undaunted they stood , where the war - storm burst o'er them ; Each blade drew ...
... green hills , freedom's banner un- furl'd , And the beacon - fire rais'd that gave light to the world . ' Twas for us and our children , to conquer or die , Undaunted they stood , where the war - storm burst o'er them ; Each blade drew ...
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... green Pine ! O ! that the rose - bud that graces yon islands , Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine ! O that some seeding - gem , · Worthy such noble stem , Honor'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow ! Loud should Clan ...
... green Pine ! O ! that the rose - bud that graces yon islands , Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine ! O that some seeding - gem , · Worthy such noble stem , Honor'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow ! Loud should Clan ...
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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!