Songs of the Late Charles Dibdin: With a Memoir

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Harrison and son, 1850 - 328 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 303 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Strana xvi - twas just all as one as High Dutch; For he said how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see, Without orders that come down below; And a many fine things that proved clearly...
Strana 254 - I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms William shall to his Dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
Strana 255 - Now the dreadful thunder's roaring, Peal on peal contending clash, On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes blue lightnings flash. One wide water all around us, All above us one black sky...
Strana 252 - Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among the crew?
Strana 254 - CEASE, rude Boreas, blustering railer ! List, ye landsmen all, to me ; Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea...
Strana 137 - twas Saturday night : Some sweetheart or wife that he loved as his life Each drank while he wish'd he could hail her ; But the standing toast that pleased the most Was — The wind that blows, the ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor...
Strana 26 - HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broached him to. 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.
Strana xiv - Bout danger, and fear, and the like; A tight water boat and good sea room give me, And it ent to a little I'll strike; Though the tempest topgallant masts smack smooth should smite, And shiver each splinter of wood, Clear the wreck, stow the yards, and bouse everything tight, And under reefed foresail we'll scud: Avast!
Strana xv - There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack!

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