The Royal Minstrel: Or, Melodist's Pocket Songster; a Choice Collection of Standard and Popular SongsJ.S. Pratt, 1844 - 320 strán (strany) |
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Strana 19
... Happy and glorious , Long to reign over us , God save the Queen . O Lord , our God , arise , Scatter her enemies , And make them fall : - Confound their politics , Frustrate their knavish tricks ! On Victoria our hopes we fix , God save ...
... Happy and glorious , Long to reign over us , God save the Queen . O Lord , our God , arise , Scatter her enemies , And make them fall : - Confound their politics , Frustrate their knavish tricks ! On Victoria our hopes we fix , God save ...
Strana 24
... happy in your arms ; And sae are ye in mine , John , I'm sure ye'll ne'er say no , Tho ' the days are gane that we hae seen , John Anderson , my jo . John Anderson , my jo , John , we clamb the hill thegither , And mony a cantie day ...
... happy in your arms ; And sae are ye in mine , John , I'm sure ye'll ne'er say no , Tho ' the days are gane that we hae seen , John Anderson , my jo . John Anderson , my jo , John , we clamb the hill thegither , And mony a cantie day ...
Strana 45
... happy fields , His quiver to Diana , the wanton now yields ; She blunts all his sorrows , his power destroys , While the virgins all follow his innocent joys . WHEN WE DWELL ON THE LIPS . When we dwell on the lips of the lass we adore ...
... happy fields , His quiver to Diana , the wanton now yields ; She blunts all his sorrows , his power destroys , While the virgins all follow his innocent joys . WHEN WE DWELL ON THE LIPS . When we dwell on the lips of the lass we adore ...
Strana 51
... happy was the Jew , Vid such a family . Spoken ] Bless my heart , what a happy rogue vas I ; I thought myself richer than Solomon in all his glory , for I had got the true begotten children of my heart around me , and vat could my vife ...
... happy was the Jew , Vid such a family . Spoken ] Bless my heart , what a happy rogue vas I ; I thought myself richer than Solomon in all his glory , for I had got the true begotten children of my heart around me , and vat could my vife ...
Strana 58
... happy than we , And this we'll endure , While our actions are pure , Kind Heav'n those blessings to us doth insure . - THE VESTRY DINNER . Churchwarden I've been - let me see , very often ; You know it's a place of much trust ? And its ...
... happy than we , And this we'll endure , While our actions are pure , Kind Heav'n those blessings to us doth insure . - THE VESTRY DINNER . Churchwarden I've been - let me see , very often ; You know it's a place of much trust ? And its ...
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Strana 24 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Strana 304 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Strana 28 - OUR band is few but true and tried, Our leader frank and bold ; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told. Our fortress is the good greenwood, Our tent the cypress-tree ; We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea.
Strana 62 - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Strana 186 - 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' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Strana 71 - Of all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Strana 167 - The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands. And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.
Strana 63 - They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ?— With silence and tears.
Strana 29 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup.
Strana 304 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...