Dixon's (the Celebrated Buffo Singer) Oddities: A Collection of Nerve Working, Side Cracking, Etc. Songs as Sung by G. DixonMack, Andrus & Woodruff, 1842 - 36 страница |
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... give you an offer , but you see it's surrounded with such a deal of puff , puff , puff ! -give us another jorum ; -here's to our army and navy ! may they long maintain their superiority , as hitherto , with honor to themselves and ...
... give you an offer , but you see it's surrounded with such a deal of puff , puff , puff ! -give us another jorum ; -here's to our army and navy ! may they long maintain their superiority , as hitherto , with honor to themselves and ...
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... Give us another jorum ! -here's scarcity of bachelors ! -- old maids at seventeen ! - speedy reverse of trade , with more billet doux and fewer bills due , whether up , up , up , or down below ! May those who are single have wives to ...
... Give us another jorum ! -here's scarcity of bachelors ! -- old maids at seventeen ! - speedy reverse of trade , with more billet doux and fewer bills due , whether up , up , up , or down below ! May those who are single have wives to ...
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... Give me your hand , sir - So I did , when he beat it with his cane , and I sang If this be their school oratory , They have properly sicken'd me , sir . Then he did make me tear my voice , Till I thought my lungs were broken ; But ' gad ...
... Give me your hand , sir - So I did , when he beat it with his cane , and I sang If this be their school oratory , They have properly sicken'd me , sir . Then he did make me tear my voice , Till I thought my lungs were broken ; But ' gad ...
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... give me the steps than take them away " -Come , who's for Boston here ? Boston ? Boston , sir , — 66 1 Oh , it's only like driving to Hampstead on Sunday , So smooth and so pleasant the ride is , I vow . Of breaking your neck , there is ...
... give me the steps than take them away " -Come , who's for Boston here ? Boston ? Boston , sir , — 66 1 Oh , it's only like driving to Hampstead on Sunday , So smooth and so pleasant the ride is , I vow . Of breaking your neck , there is ...
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... give me a wry gait . " - Stay dinner here ? sir , fifteen minutes allowed , two of them gone already - dinner's on table - nere's the beef , sir ? " — " Yes , here's the beef , but where's the plate ? fetch me one directly ...
... give me a wry gait . " - Stay dinner here ? sir , fifteen minutes allowed , two of them gone already - dinner's on table - nere's the beef , sir ? " — " Yes , here's the beef , but where's the plate ? fetch me one directly ...
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arms auld lang syne bears a plant Betsy Baker billows bless blest Boat bonny Lassie bosom boys brave breast bright charming Chloe Children and Friends coal black Rose cock-a-doodle doo Columbia be slaves Columbia's sons cried Cuffee dawn's early light e'er earth bears Erin go Bragh ev'ry fair fame farewell flowers Four-and-twenty Gen'ral glory hail hear heart heaven Hurrah for France huzza Johnny Bell Lassie leave the girls liderlick light lov'd marry merrily oh ne'er never night numbers O'er the land ocean Patty Peggy Plattsburgh POST CAPTAIN Probose roaming rockets red glare rolls in waves round sail sailor Sambo SAMUEL WOODWORTH scene sea rolls Shamrock so green shore sigh'd smile song sons of Columbia soon soul sprig of Shillelah star spangled banner sweet swell the choral tear thee there's thou thump to-day Twas Whack falare whistles wish youthful
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Страница 25 - 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 28 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.
Страница 27 - St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
Страница 10 - His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted. His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly; Ah, many's the time and oft!
Страница 25 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Страница 11 - 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' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Страница 9 - Maiden! a nameless life I lead, A nameless death I'll die; The fiend whose lantern lights the mead Were better mate than I ! And when I'm with my comrades met Beneath the greenwood bough, — What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now.' Chorus 'Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen.
Страница 16 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Страница 11 - 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...
Страница 33 - And when, at last, thy Love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath ? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh ; And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou, o'er his...