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 44
... took the lubber in tow , And with him I shar'd my last guinea . FAIR ELLEN . Fair Ellen like a lily grew , Was beauty's fav'rite flow'r , Till falsehood chang'd her lovely hue , She wither'd in an hour . Antonia , in her virgin breast ...
... took the lubber in tow , And with him I shar'd my last guinea . FAIR ELLEN . Fair Ellen like a lily grew , Was beauty's fav'rite flow'r , Till falsehood chang'd her lovely hue , She wither'd in an hour . Antonia , in her virgin breast ...
Strana 95
... took the pig for piggy's week ; Then , like a knowing elf , sirs , Says he , your pigship now I'll keep Just for one week , myself , sir ; But he was caught , was tried , and hang'd Just after he was taken : And this said Jew , for ...
... took the pig for piggy's week ; Then , like a knowing elf , sirs , Says he , your pigship now I'll keep Just for one week , myself , sir ; But he was caught , was tried , and hang'd Just after he was taken : And this said Jew , for ...
Strana 101
... took a galloon , And the crew touch'd the agent for some cash to some tune , Tom to jail took a trip , an old messmate to free , And four thankful prattlers soon sat on his knee . Then Tom was an angel downright from Heav'n sent , While ...
... took a galloon , And the crew touch'd the agent for some cash to some tune , Tom to jail took a trip , an old messmate to free , And four thankful prattlers soon sat on his knee . Then Tom was an angel downright from Heav'n sent , While ...
Strana 137
... Took helm , and to sea boldly steer'd out again . Will had promis'd his Sue , that his trip , if well ended , Should coil up his hopes , and anchor on shore When his pockets were lin'd , why his life should be mended , [ more . The laws ...
... Took helm , and to sea boldly steer'd out again . Will had promis'd his Sue , that his trip , if well ended , Should coil up his hopes , and anchor on shore When his pockets were lin'd , why his life should be mended , [ more . The laws ...
Strana 154
... took a glass , Then a broadside we gave her with three . Cannons might roar , Echoed from shore , ' Twas the same to us both when at sea . But a cannon ball one day in a fight , From the deck knock'd him into the sea , So he died as he ...
... took a glass , Then a broadside we gave her with three . Cannons might roar , Echoed from shore , ' Twas the same to us both when at sea . But a cannon ball one day in a fight , From the deck knock'd him into the sea , So he died as he ...
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Populárne pasáže
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...