The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songs |
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... Love for his Pfyche in Tears Come , come ye Nymphs Calia , charming Calia , hear me 137 137 142 148 153 156 183 199 200 Cauld be the Rebel's Caft Confefs thy Love , fair blufhing Maid 254 258 Clarinda the Pride of the Plain 317 Corinna ...
... Love for his Pfyche in Tears Come , come ye Nymphs Calia , charming Calia , hear me 137 137 142 148 153 156 183 199 200 Cauld be the Rebel's Caft Confefs thy Love , fair blufhing Maid 254 258 Clarinda the Pride of the Plain 317 Corinna ...
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... love is her Face If the Glaffes they are empty I love , I doat , I rave with Pain In vain the frowns , in vain she tries If ever you mean to be kind If I hear Orinda fwear In Winter , when the Rain rain'd cauld I tofs and tumble thro ...
... love is her Face If the Glaffes they are empty I love , I doat , I rave with Pain In vain the frowns , in vain she tries If ever you mean to be kind If I hear Orinda fwear In Winter , when the Rain rain'd cauld I tofs and tumble thro ...
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... Love gives War or Peace at Pleasure Life is chequer'd - Toil and Pleafure Let not Love , let not Love on més 370 126 8 16 18 19 27 54 68 77 Let Wine turn a Spark , and Ale huff , & c . Let the Waiter bring clean Glaffes Long from the ...
... Love gives War or Peace at Pleasure Life is chequer'd - Toil and Pleafure Let not Love , let not Love on més 370 126 8 16 18 19 27 54 68 77 Let Wine turn a Spark , and Ale huff , & c . Let the Waiter bring clean Glaffes Long from the ...
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... Love O dear Peggy , Love's beguiling Old Saturn , that Drone of a God Of Leinfter fam'd for Maidens fair O why did e'er my Thoughts aspire Old Adam , it is true Of all States in Life fo various Our Shopkeepers Wives are fo polifh'd ...
... Love O dear Peggy , Love's beguiling Old Saturn , that Drone of a God Of Leinfter fam'd for Maidens fair O why did e'er my Thoughts aspire Old Adam , it is true Of all States in Life fo various Our Shopkeepers Wives are fo polifh'd ...
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... Love 98 104 107 109 115 117 ' Tis Masonry unites Mankind ' Twas Summer , and the Day was fair The fmiling Morn , the breathing Spring To thee , O gentle Sleep , alone ' Tis thee I love , I'll conftant prove 122 142 145 155 To the God of ...
... Love 98 104 107 109 115 117 ' Tis Masonry unites Mankind ' Twas Summer , and the Day was fair The fmiling Morn , the breathing Spring To thee , O gentle Sleep , alone ' Tis thee I love , I'll conftant prove 122 142 145 155 To the God of ...
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alake auld Bacchus Beauty beft Bleffing bleft Blifs bonny Breaft Busk Charms Chloe Clarinda conftant cou'd cry'd Cupid dear Defire Defpair Delight didle Difdain drink e'er Eafe Earl Douglas ev'ry Eyes fafely faid fair falfe fame Fate feven fhall fhould figh filly fince fing firft flain fmiling foft fome foon frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet geld give Grace Groves hafte happy Heart Highland Laddie Jenny kifs Laddie Lafs laft lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid mair maun Meaſure moft muft muſt ne'er never Night Nofe Nymph o'er Paffion Pain Peggy Phillis pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r prithee quoth reft rife Rofe ſhall ſhe Sighs SONG Soul Swain tell thee thefe There's thofe thoſe thou thouſand Treaſure Twas twill Vows Wawking Whilft whofe Wife Wine wou'd young Youth
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Page 11 - And take your bows with speed: " And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, " That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear.
Page 307 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Page 11 - The hounds ran swiftly through the woods The nimble deer to take, And with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make. Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the tender deer; Quoth he, " Earl Douglas promised This day to meet me here. " If that I thought he would not come, No longer would I stay.
Page 124 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Page 10 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Page 250 - I'll never demand, Or black or fair it maks na whether. I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade, And blood alane is no worth a shilling; But she that's rich her market's made, For ilka charm about her is killing. Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land, And in my...
Page 16 - God save the King, and bless the land In plenty, joy, and peace; And grant henceforth that foul debate 'Twixt noblemen may cease.
Page 259 - Why the devil do ye na march ? Stand to your arms, my lads, Fight in good order ; Front about, ye musketeers all, Till ye come to the English border ; Stand till 't, and fight like men, True gospel to maintain. The parliament's blythe to see us a' coming. When to the kirk we come, We'll purge it ilka room, Frae popish relics, an' a' sic innovation. That a' the world may see, There's nane in the right but we, Of the auld Scottish nation.
Page 126 - Whilst thro' the groves I walk with you, Each object makes me gay ; Since your return the sun and moon With brighter beams do shine, Streams murmur soft notes while they run, As they did lang syne.
Page 253 - His tempting face, and flatt'ring chear, In time to me did not appear ; But now I fee that cruel he Cares neither for his babe nor me. Balow, my boy, &c.