The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 страница |
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... shore The wind blew a blast from the northward Thou art gone from thy lover The boatswain pipes all hands on board The sparkling liquor fills the glass The moon on the ocean was dimm'd by a ripple ' Twas one morn when the wind from the ...
... shore The wind blew a blast from the northward Thou art gone from thy lover The boatswain pipes all hands on board The sparkling liquor fills the glass The moon on the ocean was dimm'd by a ripple ' Twas one morn when the wind from the ...
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... my muleteer 300 301 They bore him from his barren shore The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day 305 307 ' Twas a trumpet's pealing sound 308 Unkennet , uncouple the hounds Upon the hill he turned xiv CONTENTS .
... my muleteer 300 301 They bore him from his barren shore The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day 305 307 ' Twas a trumpet's pealing sound 308 Unkennet , uncouple the hounds Upon the hill he turned xiv CONTENTS .
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... shore When a boy Harry Bluff When the drum beats to arms Whether sailor or not for a moment avast Whate'er my fate , where'er I roam Within this shelter'd mossy dell · 126 175 31 67 93 95 105 117 118 · 123 125 134 143 148 156 178 191 We ...
... shore When a boy Harry Bluff When the drum beats to arms Whether sailor or not for a moment avast Whate'er my fate , where'er I roam Within this shelter'd mossy dell · 126 175 31 67 93 95 105 117 118 · 123 125 134 143 148 156 178 191 We ...
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... shore , sir , We'll lead them such a woundy dance , They'll find their toes are sore , sir . Yankee Doodle , & c . Should a haughty foe expect To give our boys a caning , We guess they'll find our lads have larnt A little bit of ...
... shore , sir , We'll lead them such a woundy dance , They'll find their toes are sore , sir . Yankee Doodle , & c . Should a haughty foe expect To give our boys a caning , We guess they'll find our lads have larnt A little bit of ...
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... shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea ! Oh better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave ; Her thunders shook the mighty deep And there should be her grave . Nail to the mast her holy flag , Set every threadbare sail ...
... shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea ! Oh better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave ; Her thunders shook the mighty deep And there should be her grave . Nail to the mast her holy flag , Set every threadbare sail ...
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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!