The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English |
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... roses , And our forrows quite forget : Come let us fuddle all our noses , Drink ourselves quite out of debt . Fa , la , ra , & c . When grim death is looking for us , We are toping at our bowls , Bacchus joining in the chorus : Death ...
... roses , And our forrows quite forget : Come let us fuddle all our noses , Drink ourselves quite out of debt . Fa , la , ra , & c . When grim death is looking for us , We are toping at our bowls , Bacchus joining in the chorus : Death ...
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... roses blossom , Yet haftily they flow to Tweed , And pour their sweetness in his bosom . Hafte ye , hafte ye , my bonny Bell , Hafte to my arms , and there I'll guard thee , With free confent my fears repel , I'll with my love and care ...
... roses blossom , Yet haftily they flow to Tweed , And pour their sweetness in his bosom . Hafte ye , hafte ye , my bonny Bell , Hafte to my arms , and there I'll guard thee , With free confent my fears repel , I'll with my love and care ...
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... roses , Young Jamie whifking o'er the mead , By good luck chanc'd to spy me : He took his bonnet aff his head , And faftly fat down by me . Jamie though I right meikle priz'd , Yet now I wadna ken him ; But with a frown my face difguis ...
... roses , Young Jamie whifking o'er the mead , By good luck chanc'd to spy me : He took his bonnet aff his head , And faftly fat down by me . Jamie though I right meikle priz'd , Yet now I wadna ken him ; But with a frown my face difguis ...
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... to excefs , And fwore he would die , If fhe would not comply , In a manner fo foft , fo engaging and fweet , As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet . VOL . II . A While blufhes like roses , Which nature composes , Which THE ...
... to excefs , And fwore he would die , If fhe would not comply , In a manner fo foft , fo engaging and fweet , As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet . VOL . II . A While blufhes like roses , Which nature composes , Which THE ...
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A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English Allan Ramsay. While blufhes like roses , Which nature composes , Which nature compofes , Vermilion'd her face , With an ardour and grace ,. Which her lover improv'd , When he found he had ...
A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English Allan Ramsay. While blufhes like roses , Which nature composes , Which nature compofes , Vermilion'd her face , With an ardour and grace ,. Which her lover improv'd , When he found he had ...
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Alake auld baith beauty Becauſe beſt bleft blifs bluſhes blyth bofom bonny breaſt Broom of Cowdenknows charms chearful Chloe cou'd cry'd dear defire delight derol deſpair drink e'er ev'ry eyes faft faid fair fcorn feek feven fhall fhepherd fhine fhould fighs filly fince fing firft fleep fmiles foft fome foon forrow foul fpring frae ftill fuch fwain fweet grace green hame happy heart highland laddie houſe Invermay Jeany Jenny kifs laddie lady laffie lafs laft lov'd lover maid maun merry morning muft muſt nae mair ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Peggy pleaſe pleaſure praiſe rife Rob Morris rofe ſhall ſhe ſmile SONG ſpeak ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thofe thou thouſand treaſure Tune Twas vows wawking Whilft Whofe wife wine wou'd Yarrow young
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