Dixon's (the Celebrated Buffo Singer) Oddities: A Collection of Nerve Working, Side Cracking, Etc. Songs as Sung by G. DixonMack, Andrus & Woodruff, 1842 - 36 pages |
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... boats bridge the main , For our altars and laws with our lives we'll maintain , And ne'er let the sons , & c . Let Fame to the world sound Columbia's voice , No intrigue can her sons from her government sever ; Their pride is their ...
... boats bridge the main , For our altars and laws with our lives we'll maintain , And ne'er let the sons , & c . Let Fame to the world sound Columbia's voice , No intrigue can her sons from her government sever ; Their pride is their ...
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... boat , ” says our Captain . Out it was , and in was I. I saved sixty - two of them ; and , by the powers of whiskey , I never felt so happy in all my life ! Then we crowded all sail , landed once more in Old Ireland , where my sweet ...
... boat , ” says our Captain . Out it was , and in was I. I saved sixty - two of them ; and , by the powers of whiskey , I never felt so happy in all my life ! Then we crowded all sail , landed once more in Old Ireland , where my sweet ...
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... boat ran on a snag , And filled her full of water ; The passengers both great and small , Enough to shock a quaker , Had scarcely any clothes at all , What a sight for Betsy Baker . At last arrived at New - Orleans , The town was in our ...
... boat ran on a snag , And filled her full of water ; The passengers both great and small , Enough to shock a quaker , Had scarcely any clothes at all , What a sight for Betsy Baker . At last arrived at New - Orleans , The town was in our ...
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... boat unwilling rows to land , Adieu , she cry'd , adieu , and way'd her lily hand . THE LIGHT HOUSE . The scene was more beautiful far to my eye , Than if day in its pride had array'd it , The land breeze blew mild , and the azure arch ...
... boat unwilling rows to land , Adieu , she cry'd , adieu , and way'd her lily hand . THE LIGHT HOUSE . The scene was more beautiful far to my eye , Than if day in its pride had array'd it , The land breeze blew mild , and the azure arch ...
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... boat man , With a gallant , gallant crew , And dare the dangerous wave ; Through the wild surf they cleave their Lost in the foam , nor know dismay , For they go the crew to save . Lost in the foam , nor know dismay , For they go the ...
... boat man , With a gallant , gallant crew , And dare the dangerous wave ; Through the wild surf they cleave their Lost in the foam , nor know dismay , For they go the crew to save . Lost in the foam , nor know dismay , For they go the ...
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arms auld lang syne bears a plant Betsy Baker billows bless blest Boat bonny Lassie bosom boys brave breast bright charming Chloe Children and Friends coal black Rose cock-a-doodle doo Columbia be slaves Columbia's sons cried Cuffee dawn's early light e'er earth bears Erin go Bragh ev'ry fair fame farewell flowers Four-and-twenty Gen'ral glory hail hear heart heaven Hurrah for France huzza Johnny Bell Lassie leave the girls liderlick light lov'd marry merrily oh ne'er never night numbers O'er the land ocean Patty Peggy Plattsburgh POST CAPTAIN Probose roaming rockets red glare rolls in waves round sail sailor Sambo SAMUEL WOODWORTH scene sea rolls Shamrock so green shore sigh'd smile song sons of Columbia soon soul sprig of Shillelah star spangled banner sweet swell the choral tear thee there's thou thump to-day Twas Whack falare whistles wish youthful
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Page 25 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 28 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.
Page 27 - St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
Page 10 - His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted. His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly; Ah, many's the time and oft!
Page 25 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Page 11 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 9 - Maiden! a nameless life I lead, A nameless death I'll die; The fiend whose lantern lights the mead Were better mate than I ! And when I'm with my comrades met Beneath the greenwood bough, — What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now.' Chorus 'Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen.
Page 16 - 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.
Page 11 - I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Page 33 - And when, at last, thy Love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath ? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh ; And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou, o'er his...