The book of modern songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterJoseph Edwards Carpenter Routledge, 1858 - 275 страница |
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... Tear We have been Friends together . Sally , Sally Green grow the Rashes O ! Let us roam Addison and Co. 183 Various 184 Duff and Co ....... 185 Cramer and Co ... 186 Duff and Co ....... 186 Various 187 Cocks and Co. 188 ... True Riches ...
... Tear We have been Friends together . Sally , Sally Green grow the Rashes O ! Let us roam Addison and Co. 183 Various 184 Duff and Co ....... 185 Cramer and Co ... 186 Duff and Co ....... 186 Various 187 Cocks and Co. 188 ... True Riches ...
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... Tears ? . Can I e'er forget the Valley .. The Iron Slave .. I'd be a Butterfly The Captive Greek Girl Yes and No ! Blanche and Lisette I am blamed because I love thee Hark , hark ! the Lark It is not so In this old Chair Tow Bowling ...
... Tears ? . Can I e'er forget the Valley .. The Iron Slave .. I'd be a Butterfly The Captive Greek Girl Yes and No ! Blanche and Lisette I am blamed because I love thee Hark , hark ! the Lark It is not so In this old Chair Tow Bowling ...
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... tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Rule Britannia , & c . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to pull thee down Will but arouse thy gen'rous flame , But work their woe and thy renown . Rule ...
... tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Rule Britannia , & c . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to pull thee down Will but arouse thy gen'rous flame , But work their woe and thy renown . Rule ...
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... Tears ? .. Can I e'er forget the Valley . The Iron Slave .... I'd be a Butterfly The Captive Greek Girl Yes and No ! Blanche and Lisette I am blamed because I love thee Hark , hark ! the Lark It is not so ... In this old Chair Tow ...
... Tears ? .. Can I e'er forget the Valley . The Iron Slave .... I'd be a Butterfly The Captive Greek Girl Yes and No ! Blanche and Lisette I am blamed because I love thee Hark , hark ! the Lark It is not so ... In this old Chair Tow ...
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... Tear We have been Friends together Sally , Sally Green grow the Rashes O ! Let us roam Here's to the Maiden of bashful fifteen ... True Riches May we ne'er want a Friend or a Bottle to give him I dreamt I was enchanted . Isle of Beauty ...
... Tear We have been Friends together Sally , Sally Green grow the Rashes O ! Let us roam Here's to the Maiden of bashful fifteen ... True Riches May we ne'er want a Friend or a Bottle to give him I dreamt I was enchanted . Isle of Beauty ...
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Allan Water auld beaming beauty beneath bird bloom blue bonnie lassie bower brave breast breath breeze bride bright brow carrion crow charm cheek cheer cold doth dream dwell earth EDWARD FITZBALL ELIZA COOK England ev'ry eyes fade fair fairy faith flowers friends gentle GEORGE LINLEY gipsy king glide green H. R. ALLEN hame happy hath hear heart Hurrah ivy green J. E. CARPENTER JEFFERYS Johnny Sands Kathleen land lassie laugh light Llangollen love thee low-back'd car maid maiden Mary Astore merry Molly dear morning Music by J. W. ne'er never night o'er Queen roam Rory rose round Rule Britannia SAMUEL LOVER Scotch Air shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soldier song sorrow soul star summer sweet T. H. BAYLY tears tell There's thine thou art Twas voice wave whisper Widow Machree wild wind wine young
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