The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 էջ |
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... Wine and a Friend Gay , kind and airy , fweet is a 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 ...
... Wine and a Friend Gay , kind and airy , fweet is a 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 ...
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... one of your Fops , who , & c . 356 Jack , thou'rt a Toper 21 Jilting is in fuch Fashion 203 Jockie faid to Jeany , Jeany wilt thou do't 227 Jockey's fou , Jenny fain 282 3 If to Love or good Wine Know I fhan't envy An Alphabetical TABLE .
... one of your Fops , who , & c . 356 Jack , thou'rt a Toper 21 Jilting is in fuch Fashion 203 Jockie faid to Jeany , Jeany wilt thou do't 227 Jockey's fou , Jenny fain 282 3 If to Love or good Wine Know I fhan't envy An Alphabetical TABLE .
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... Wine turn a Spark , and Ale huff , & c . Let the Waiter bring clean Glaffes Long from the Force of Beauty's Charms Leave Kindred and Friends , fweet Betty Leave me , Shepherd , leave me Love's a gentle , generous Paffion 118 121 123 133 ...
... Wine turn a Spark , and Ale huff , & c . Let the Waiter bring clean Glaffes Long from the Force of Beauty's Charms Leave Kindred and Friends , fweet Betty Leave me , Shepherd , leave me Love's a gentle , generous Paffion 118 121 123 133 ...
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... Wine there is nothing , Phoebe , the Rofe , the Meadows adorning Return , return my lovely Nymph Ranging the Plain one Summer's Night Room , room , room for a Rover Return hameward , my Heart again Rob's Jock came to wooe our Jenny She ...
... Wine there is nothing , Phoebe , the Rofe , the Meadows adorning Return , return my lovely Nymph Ranging the Plain one Summer's Night Room , room , room for a Rover Return hameward , my Heart again Rob's Jock came to wooe our Jenny She ...
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... Wine , my Song , & c . 357 There was a bonny Blade 176 Tell me no more of Flames in Love 178 Tho ' Fortune and Love may be Deities ftill Three merry Lads met at the Rofe The Fire of Love in youthful Blood 179 184 186 to rove 240 1 To ...
... Wine , my Song , & c . 357 There was a bonny Blade 176 Tell me no more of Flames in Love 178 Tho ' Fortune and Love may be Deities ftill Three merry Lads met at the Rofe The Fire of Love in youthful Blood 179 184 186 to rove 240 1 To ...
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The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy ... Lark Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1742 |
The Lark. Containing a Collection: Of Above Four Hundred and Seventy ... Lark Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1740 |
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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.