The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songs |
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... poor Town has been troubled 150 Man ( Man Man ) is for the Woman , & c . 74 192 My Jockie blyth for what thou has done My Mither's ay glowran o'er me 217 219 My fweetest May , let Love incline thee 226 My Dear and only Love , I pray 249 ...
... poor Town has been troubled 150 Man ( Man Man ) is for the Woman , & c . 74 192 My Jockie blyth for what thou has done My Mither's ay glowran o'er me 217 219 My fweetest May , let Love incline thee 226 My Dear and only Love , I pray 249 ...
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... Poor Cleonice , thy Garlands tear Pain'd with her flighting Jamie's Love Poor Sawney had marry'd a Wife Pursuing Beauty , Men defcry 286 29t 292 295 316 325 338 345 349 352 358 364 96 152 rgf 198 211 225 286 .. Pan leave Piping , the ...
... Poor Cleonice , thy Garlands tear Pain'd with her flighting Jamie's Love Poor Sawney had marry'd a Wife Pursuing Beauty , Men defcry 286 29t 292 295 316 325 338 345 349 352 358 364 96 152 rgf 198 211 225 286 .. Pan leave Piping , the ...
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... poor Cell a Satyr led 344 347 348 353 . 354 Ibid 566 359 361 366 83 . Transform'd in female Shape , & c . To little or no Purpose I spent many Days Undone undone ! the Lawyers are Upon a fair Morning for foft Recreation Virgins fo fair ...
... poor Cell a Satyr led 344 347 348 353 . 354 Ibid 566 359 361 366 83 . Transform'd in female Shape , & c . To little or no Purpose I spent many Days Undone undone ! the Lawyers are Upon a fair Morning for foft Recreation Virgins fo fair ...
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... poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles . Then let us endeavour , & c . In Pulpits it mov'd , And was much approv'd , For crying out belov'di Fight the Lord's Battles , It bobtail'd the Gown , Put Prelacy down , It trod on the Mitre to ...
... poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles . Then let us endeavour , & c . In Pulpits it mov'd , And was much approv'd , For crying out belov'di Fight the Lord's Battles , It bobtail'd the Gown , Put Prelacy down , It trod on the Mitre to ...
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... Poor from the Gates were not chidden , When this old Cap was new . Black Jacks to every Man Were fill'd with Wine and Beer , No Pewter Pot nor Can In those Days did appear : Good Cheer in a Nobleman's Houfe Was counted a feemly fhew ...
... Poor from the Gates were not chidden , When this old Cap was new . Black Jacks to every Man Were fill'd with Wine and Beer , No Pewter Pot nor Can In those Days did appear : Good Cheer in a Nobleman's Houfe Was counted a feemly fhew ...
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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.