The book of modern songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterJoseph Edwards Carpenter Routledge, 1858 - 275 страница |
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... True Riches May we ne'er want a Friend or a Bottle to give him I dreamt I was enchanted . Isle of Beauty , fare thee well 190 G. Genge Various .......... 190 Tibbie , I hae seen the Day Shells of the Ocean Jock o ' Hazeldean The Maid of ...
... True Riches May we ne'er want a Friend or a Bottle to give him I dreamt I was enchanted . Isle of Beauty , fare thee well 190 G. Genge Various .......... 190 Tibbie , I hae seen the Day Shells of the Ocean Jock o ' Hazeldean The Maid of ...
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... , love - now I've you , love , To kneel before me there ; But you know you're not so true , love , As childhood's lovers were . I remember , & c . I SEEK HER ON EVERY SHORE . EDWARD FITZBALL . 4 THE BOOK OF remember, I remember.
... , love - now I've you , love , To kneel before me there ; But you know you're not so true , love , As childhood's lovers were . I remember , & c . I SEEK HER ON EVERY SHORE . EDWARD FITZBALL . 4 THE BOOK OF remember, I remember.
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... cease to smile on you ; The kindly - beaming eye grow cold and strange , The heart still warmly beat , yet not be true . Love not , love not ! Love not , love not ! Oh warning vainly said MODERN SONGS . 5 seek her on every Shore Love.
... cease to smile on you ; The kindly - beaming eye grow cold and strange , The heart still warmly beat , yet not be true . Love not , love not ! Love not , love not ! Oh warning vainly said MODERN SONGS . 5 seek her on every Shore Love.
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... true and brave . The honour which to them was life , Throbs in no bosom now ; It only gilds the gambler's strife , Or decks the worthless brow . " And at the midnight hour the chieftain leaves his grave B 3 MODERN SONGS . 9 The Old Man ...
... true and brave . The honour which to them was life , Throbs in no bosom now ; It only gilds the gambler's strife , Or decks the worthless brow . " And at the midnight hour the chieftain leaves his grave B 3 MODERN SONGS . 9 The Old Man ...
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... true friend is a brother , And his heart should throb the same . Though your path in life may differ , Since the hour when first ye met , Have faith in one another , Ye may need that friendship yet . ་ TITLE . I miss thy kind and gentle ...
... true friend is a brother , And his heart should throb the same . Though your path in life may differ , Since the hour when first ye met , Have faith in one another , Ye may need that friendship yet . ་ TITLE . I miss thy kind and gentle ...
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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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