The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Volume 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 páginas |
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... Adieu , adieu , my only life A jolly comrade in the port , a fearless mate at sea 161 Away ! away ! A round , a round A glass is good and a lass is good A jolly fat Friar lov'd liquor good store A cobler I am , and my name is Dick Awl ...
... Adieu , adieu , my only life A jolly comrade in the port , a fearless mate at sea 161 Away ! away ! A round , a round A glass is good and a lass is good A jolly fat Friar lov'd liquor good store A cobler I am , and my name is Dick Awl ...
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... when I breathed a last adieu Oh what can compare to the huntsman's One night ' twas at sea in the midst of a storm 108 - 140 - 174 - 265 29 30 52 73 107 112 - 119 131 Our country is our ship d'ye see One night came CONTENTS . xi.
... when I breathed a last adieu Oh what can compare to the huntsman's One night ' twas at sea in the midst of a storm 108 - 140 - 174 - 265 29 30 52 73 107 112 - 119 131 Our country is our ship d'ye see One night came CONTENTS . xi.
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... adieu , bonnie lassie , 0 , To this fairy scene and you , bonnie lassie , O , To the streamlet winding clear , To the fragrant scented briar , Even to thee of all most dear , bonnie lassie , O. 54 SCOTCH SONGS . And when on a distant ...
... adieu , bonnie lassie , 0 , To this fairy scene and you , bonnie lassie , O , To the streamlet winding clear , To the fragrant scented briar , Even to thee of all most dear , bonnie lassie , O. 54 SCOTCH SONGS . And when on a distant ...
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... Adieu to my family seat , So pleasantly placed in a bog ; And then such sweet music he blew , ' twould have melted the heart of a stone . With my fara lara , & c . Full five years I follow'd him , nothing could sunder us , Till he one ...
... Adieu to my family seat , So pleasantly placed in a bog ; And then such sweet music he blew , ' twould have melted the heart of a stone . With my fara lara , & c . Full five years I follow'd him , nothing could sunder us , Till he one ...
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... ADIEU . TUNE- Within this village dwells a maid . ' . OH ! when I breath'd a last adieu To Erin's vales and mountains blue , Where nurs'd by hope my moments flew In life's unclouded spring ; Tho ' on the breezy deck reclin'd , I listen ...
... ADIEU . TUNE- Within this village dwells a maid . ' . OH ! when I breath'd a last adieu To Erin's vales and mountains blue , Where nurs'd by hope my moments flew In life's unclouded spring ; Tho ' on the breezy deck reclin'd , I listen ...
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Termos e frases comuns
adieu arms auld lang syne Balloch banners Bay of Biscay blow blue bonnie lassie bosom bottle boys brave braw John breast knots bright Charlie charms cheek cheer cried dear Derry Dicky drink drum e'er ev'ry fair fame fear fight flowers Fol de riddle frae gallant girl glass glory grave heart Heaven Heigho Highland horn Jack John Anderson Kentucky kiss laddie lady land lass Lochinvar maid merrily merry morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy pibroch poor riddle lol roar Rob Roy Macgregor rose round Roy's wife sail sailor Sally Brown Scotland shellelagh shore sigh sing smile sodger soldier SONGS soon soul sound sprig Star-spangled Banner sure sweet tear tell thee thine thou thro trepan Troubadour true TUNE Twas wave wind wwwwwww Yankee young young Jessie
Passagens mais conhecidas
Página 73 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Página 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 175 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 30 - 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.
Página 268 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Página 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Página 75 - 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' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!