The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English, Volume 2 |
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... arms , Let not my pretty Susan mourn , Tho ' cannons roar , yet safe from harms William fhall to his dear return . Love turns afide the balls that round me fly , Left precious tears fhould drop from Sufan's eye . The boatswain gave the ...
... arms , Let not my pretty Susan mourn , Tho ' cannons roar , yet safe from harms William fhall to his dear return . Love turns afide the balls that round me fly , Left precious tears fhould drop from Sufan's eye . The boatswain gave the ...
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... arms . Young Damon defpis'd for his plainness of parts , Has worth that a woman would prize ; He'll run the race out , tho ' he heavily starts , And distance the short - winded wife . Your fool is a faint in the temple of love , And ...
... arms . Young Damon defpis'd for his plainness of parts , Has worth that a woman would prize ; He'll run the race out , tho ' he heavily starts , And distance the short - winded wife . Your fool is a faint in the temple of love , And ...
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... arms he'll carry thee ; Then to be happy and wife , Take yea and nay to marry thee . LA SONG XVIII . AST Sunday at St. James's pray'rs , The prince and princess by ; I , dress'd all in my whalebone airs , Sat in a closet nigh . I bow'd ...
... arms he'll carry thee ; Then to be happy and wife , Take yea and nay to marry thee . LA SONG XVIII . AST Sunday at St. James's pray'rs , The prince and princess by ; I , dress'd all in my whalebone airs , Sat in a closet nigh . I bow'd ...
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... re an angel to me . Thofe lips which he touches in haste , To them I for ever could grow , Still clinging around that dear waist , Which he spans as beside him you go ; That arm , like a lily fo white , Which OF CHOICE SONGS . 35.
... re an angel to me . Thofe lips which he touches in haste , To them I for ever could grow , Still clinging around that dear waist , Which he spans as beside him you go ; That arm , like a lily fo white , Which OF CHOICE SONGS . 35.
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A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English Allan Ramsay. That arm , like a lily fo white , Which over his shoulders you lay , My bofom could warm it all night , My lips they would press it all day . Were I like a monarch to reign ...
A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English Allan Ramsay. That arm , like a lily fo white , Which over his shoulders you lay , My bofom could warm it all night , My lips they would press it all day . Were I like a monarch to reign ...
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Page 143 - O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, "When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?" He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
Page 236 - Since laws were made, for every degree, To curb vice in others, as well as in me, I wonder we ha'n't better company Upon Tyburn tree. But gold, from law, can take out the sting ; And if rich men, like us, were to swing, 'Twould thin the land, such numbers to string Upon Tyburn tree.
Page 21 - twas a pleasure too great ; I listen'd, and cried when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe, She could dote on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve To forsake the fine folk of the town ; To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove, Or go clad, like our maidens, in...
Page 151 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there ! " Then bear my corse, my comrades, bear, This bridegroom blithe to meet, He in his wedding-trim so gay, I in my winding-sheet.
Page 150 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Page 7 - William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro. Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands.
Page 58 - Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms : Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn, When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx return.
Page 14 - Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Page 75 - O'er my dim Eyes a Darkness hung; My Ears with hollow Murmurs rung. In dewy Damps my Limbs were chill'd; My Blood with gentle Horrors thrill'd; My feeble Pulse forgot to play, I fainted, sunk, and dy'd away.
Page 20 - Ghosts.* r \ESPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.