The Amusing SongsterJoseph Edwards Carpenter Routledge, 1866 - 142 էջ |
From inside the book
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... wheat was sold at market for five pounds a load ! They'd drop into an alehouse , and drink " God speed the plough , " - How happily we lived then to what we do now ! A blessing to the squire , for he gave us 10 THE NEW STANDARD SONG BOOK .
... wheat was sold at market for five pounds a load ! They'd drop into an alehouse , and drink " God speed the plough , " - How happily we lived then to what we do now ! A blessing to the squire , for he gave us 10 THE NEW STANDARD SONG BOOK .
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... drink , " Farmer , speed the plough , ' How happily we lived then to what we do now ! At length the squire died , sir - oh , bless his ancient pate ! — Another fill'd with pride came as heir to the estate ; He took my father's farm away ...
... drink , " Farmer , speed the plough , ' How happily we lived then to what we do now ! At length the squire died , sir - oh , bless his ancient pate ! — Another fill'd with pride came as heir to the estate ; He took my father's farm away ...
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... drink dull time away , Jolly Bacchus , ever gay , Leads me to delightful bowers , Full of fragrance , full of flowers . When I quaff the sparkling wine , And my locks with roses twine ; Then I praise life's rural scene- Sweet ...
... drink dull time away , Jolly Bacchus , ever gay , Leads me to delightful bowers , Full of fragrance , full of flowers . When I quaff the sparkling wine , And my locks with roses twine ; Then I praise life's rural scene- Sweet ...
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... drink my tears while yet they fall , Would that my bosom's blood were balm , And well thou know'st I'd shed it all To give thy brow one minute's calm . Nay , turn not from me that dear face , Am I not thine - thy own loved bride , The ...
... drink my tears while yet they fall , Would that my bosom's blood were balm , And well thou know'st I'd shed it all To give thy brow one minute's calm . Nay , turn not from me that dear face , Am I not thine - thy own loved bride , The ...
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... drink ! In that water , as this wine , The libation I would pour Should be " Peace to thee and thine , And a health to thee , Tom Moore . " THE WAVING GREENWOOD TREE . G. LINLEY . ] Now THE NEW STANDARD SONG BOOK . 101 Here's a Health ...
... drink ! In that water , as this wine , The libation I would pour Should be " Peace to thee and thine , And a health to thee , Tom Moore . " THE WAVING GREENWOOD TREE . G. LINLEY . ] Now THE NEW STANDARD SONG BOOK . 101 Here's a Health ...
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Common terms and phrases
arms beautiful boys brave bright bring CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheer cried dance dear death derry dream drink eyes fair fear feel feet flowers folks follow gave give gone grow hand happy head hear heard heart hope hour husband I'll island Jack John keep kind king lady land leave light live look Lord lost LOVER maid married meet merrily mind Miss MOORE morning Music ne'er never night o'er once pass play pleasure poor queer rest rose round shore sing smile song soon sorrow soul spring stand sure sweet tears tell thee there's things thou thought took town tree true turn twas voice wave wife wish young
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Էջ 18 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Էջ 3 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Էջ 104 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Էջ 83 - For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.
Էջ 95 - My boat is on the shore And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! " Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. " Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Էջ 94 - O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimm'd, for ever crost — Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost...
Էջ 79 - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Էջ 66 - OH ! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower The Lord of the Valley with false vows came ; The moon hid her light From the heavens that night, And wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame. The clouds...
Էջ 100 - O ruddier than the cherry ! O sweeter than the berry ! O nymph more bright Than moonshine night, Like kidlings, blithe and merry ! Ripe as the melting cluster ! No lily has such lustre ; Yet hard to tame As raging flame, And fierce as storms that bluster ! RECITATIVE.
Էջ 104 - Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.