The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 էջ |
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... Lover 129 Ah ! ftay ye wanton Gales , and lend 131 A Swain of Love despairing 134 A Lafs that was loaden with Care 140 As Celadon once from his Cottage , & c . 145 As Chloe o'er the Meadow paft 147 Adieu to the Pleasures and Follies of ...
... Lover 129 Ah ! ftay ye wanton Gales , and lend 131 A Swain of Love despairing 134 A Lafs that was loaden with Care 140 As Celadon once from his Cottage , & c . 145 As Chloe o'er the Meadow paft 147 Adieu to the Pleasures and Follies of ...
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... Lover Good your Worship , caft an Eye Groves and Woods , high Rocks , & c . Gilderoy was a bonny Boy .. ΤΟ 18 26 47 60 Glide fwiftly on , thou Silver Stream 79 100 Gentle God of pleasing Pains 114 Guardian Angels , now protect me 116 ...
... Lover Good your Worship , caft an Eye Groves and Woods , high Rocks , & c . Gilderoy was a bonny Boy .. ΤΟ 18 26 47 60 Glide fwiftly on , thou Silver Stream 79 100 Gentle God of pleasing Pains 114 Guardian Angels , now protect me 116 ...
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... Lovers , who wafte your Thoughts , & c . 335 Love , thou art the beft of human Joys 353 Mufing I late on Windfor Tarras ... Lover gay 267 My Jeany and I have toil'd 277 My Sodger Laddie is over the Sea 287 My Mafters and Friends and good ...
... Lovers , who wafte your Thoughts , & c . 335 Love , thou art the beft of human Joys 353 Mufing I late on Windfor Tarras ... Lover gay 267 My Jeany and I have toil'd 277 My Sodger Laddie is over the Sea 287 My Mafters and Friends and good ...
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... Lover 180 197 207 Why hangs that Cloud upon thy Brow 208 216 222 230 Ibid . 235 236 241 272 27 Will you go to the Ew - bughts , Marion What Numbers fhall the Muse repeat With broken Words and downcaft Eyes When I think on my Lad When ...
... Lover 180 197 207 Why hangs that Cloud upon thy Brow 208 216 222 230 Ibid . 235 236 241 272 27 Will you go to the Ew - bughts , Marion What Numbers fhall the Muse repeat With broken Words and downcaft Eyes When I think on my Lad When ...
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... Lovers hereafter this Wonder fhall tell , The Cause of my Death is for loving too well , SONG IV . If ever , & c . F ever , Damon , you shou'd rove , Still bear me ever in your Mind ; If walking in fome fhady Grove , Or on fome flow'ry ...
... Lovers hereafter this Wonder fhall tell , The Cause of my Death is for loving too well , SONG IV . If ever , & c . F ever , Damon , you shou'd rove , Still bear me ever in your Mind ; If walking in fome fhady Grove , Or on fome flow'ry ...
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The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy ... Lark Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1742 |
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alake auld Bacchus Beauty beft Bleffing bleft Blifs bonny Breaft Busk Charms Chloe Clarinda conftant cou'd cry'd Cupid dear Defire Defpair Delight didle Difdain drink e'er Eafe Earl Douglas ev'ry Eyes fafely faid fair falfe fame Fate feven fhall fhould figh filly fince fing firft flain fmiling foft fome foon frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet geld give Grace Groves hafte happy Heart Highland Laddie Jenny kifs Laddie Lafs laft lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid mair maun Meaſure moft muft muſt ne'er never Night Nofe Nymph o'er Paffion Pain Peggy Phillis pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r prithee quoth reft rife Rofe ſhall ſhe Sighs SONG Soul Swain tell thee thefe There's thofe thoſe thou thouſand Treaſure Twas twill Vows Wawking Whilft whofe Wife Wine wou'd young Youth
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Էջ 11 - And take your bows with speed: " And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, " That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear.
Էջ 307 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Էջ 11 - The hounds ran swiftly through the woods The nimble deer to take, And with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make. Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the tender deer; Quoth he, " Earl Douglas promised This day to meet me here. " If that I thought he would not come, No longer would I stay.
Էջ 124 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Էջ 10 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Էջ 250 - I'll never demand, Or black or fair it maks na whether. I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade, And blood alane is no worth a shilling; But she that's rich her market's made, For ilka charm about her is killing. Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land, And in my...
Էջ 16 - God save the King, and bless the land In plenty, joy, and peace; And grant henceforth that foul debate 'Twixt noblemen may cease.
Էջ 259 - Why the devil do ye na march ? Stand to your arms, my lads, Fight in good order ; Front about, ye musketeers all, Till ye come to the English border ; Stand till 't, and fight like men, True gospel to maintain. The parliament's blythe to see us a' coming. When to the kirk we come, We'll purge it ilka room, Frae popish relics, an' a' sic innovation. That a' the world may see, There's nane in the right but we, Of the auld Scottish nation.
Էջ 126 - Whilst thro' the groves I walk with you, Each object makes me gay ; Since your return the sun and moon With brighter beams do shine, Streams murmur soft notes while they run, As they did lang syne.
Էջ 253 - His tempting face, and flatt'ring chear, In time to me did not appear ; But now I fee that cruel he Cares neither for his babe nor me. Balow, my boy, &c.