The Norwich Minstrel, Containing Several Hundred of the Most Admired and Approved Songs, Interspersed with Select and Original PoetryJ.S. Wells, 1831 - 255 |
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... the world we march with merry glee ; On the pleasant downs sometimes encamp'd we lie , No cares we know , but fortune's frowns defy , So long as we can see our colours fly . THE BEACON . * THE scene was more beautiful far 21.
... the world we march with merry glee ; On the pleasant downs sometimes encamp'd we lie , No cares we know , but fortune's frowns defy , So long as we can see our colours fly . THE BEACON . * THE scene was more beautiful far 21.
Strona 29
... merry and wise , It's guid to be honest and true , It's guid to support Caledonia's cause , And bide by the bonnets of blue ... Hurrah for the bonnets of blue ! Hurrah for the bonnets of blue ! It's guid to support Caledonia's cause ...
... merry and wise , It's guid to be honest and true , It's guid to support Caledonia's cause , And bide by the bonnets of blue ... Hurrah for the bonnets of blue ! Hurrah for the bonnets of blue ! It's guid to support Caledonia's cause ...
Strona 30
... merry and sing . For John is a good natured fellow , Industrious , honest , and brave ; Not afraid of his betters when mellow , For betters he knows he must have . There must be fine lords and fine ladies , There must be some little ...
... merry and sing . For John is a good natured fellow , Industrious , honest , and brave ; Not afraid of his betters when mellow , For betters he knows he must have . There must be fine lords and fine ladies , There must be some little ...
Strona 35
... merry hearted mountain Drover Boy , A Switzer brave and free ! I'd be glad to see , whoe'er he be , Who'd say an ill word of me . At morn for the hill , With right good will , My scrip I fill so gaily , O ! My horn I blow With a merry ...
... merry hearted mountain Drover Boy , A Switzer brave and free ! I'd be glad to see , whoe'er he be , Who'd say an ill word of me . At morn for the hill , With right good will , My scrip I fill so gaily , O ! My horn I blow With a merry ...
Strona 36
My horn I blow With a merry yoho ! And away goes the Drover Boy ! Ay yo , & c . I'm the captain bold of a troop as fine As you'll see on a summer's day , And a word against that brave herd of mine I should like to know who'd say . At ...
My horn I blow With a merry yoho ! And away goes the Drover Boy ! Ay yo , & c . I'm the captain bold of a troop as fine As you'll see on a summer's day , And a word against that brave herd of mine I should like to know who'd say . At ...
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Allan Water Arethusa beam beauty billows bless blest bliss bloom blow blue bonnie bosom bower boys brave breast breath bright Britons cake charms cheer cried dark dear e'er England ev'ry fair farewell flowers friendship gallant GLEE glory grief hail hand happy hark harp heart Heaven Here's a health hope hour John Anderson joys King ladies lassie life's light live look'd Lord Byron lov'd lute maid Margate merrily MERRILY WE LIVE merry Minstrel Boy Moore morn ne'er never night Norwich o'er ocean peace pleasure poor poor Jack Queen rest roam roar rose round sail SALLY GRAY Scotland Shamrock shine shore sigh sing smile soft soldier song sorrow soul storm sweet sword tear tell tempests thee thine thou thro toast Tom White true Twas water-cresses waves wife wind wine Zounds
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 67 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow!
Strona 166 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Strona 2 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Strona 96 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Strona 179 - India's coast we sail, . Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that 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.
Strona 95 - There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine...
Strona 89 - Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
Strona 179 - Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind ; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present, wheresoe'er I go.
Strona 178 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Strona 18 - The Soldier's Dream. OUR bugles sang truce ; for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.