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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... pains , The galling chains , That keep our spirits under , In proud disdain , We've broke again , And tore each link asunder . March to the , & c . Who , for his country brave , Would fly from her invader ? Who , his base life to save ...
... pains , The galling chains , That keep our spirits under , In proud disdain , We've broke again , And tore each link asunder . March to the , & c . Who , for his country brave , Would fly from her invader ? Who , his base life to save ...
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... pain or care remain , If any pain or care remain , Why drown it in the bowl , If any pain or care remain , Why drown it in the bowl . This world they say's a world of wo , But that I do deny ; Can sorrow from the goblet flow , Or pain ...
... pain or care remain , If any pain or care remain , Why drown it in the bowl , If any pain or care remain , Why drown it in the bowl . This world they say's a world of wo , But that I do deny ; Can sorrow from the goblet flow , Or pain ...
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... pain befall Wilt thou assume the nurse's care ? Nor , wistful those gay scenes recall , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die , Wilt thou receive his parting breath ' Wilt thou repress each struggling ...
... pain befall Wilt thou assume the nurse's care ? Nor , wistful those gay scenes recall , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die , Wilt thou receive his parting breath ' Wilt thou repress each struggling ...
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... pain ! No - the son of Alknomook shall never complain . Remember the wood - where in ambush we lay , And the scalps which we bore from your nation away ; Now the flame rises fast , you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alknomook shall ...
... pain ! No - the son of Alknomook shall never complain . Remember the wood - where in ambush we lay , And the scalps which we bore from your nation away ; Now the flame rises fast , you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alknomook shall ...
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... pain ! The treasures of Autumn let Bacchus display , And stagger about with his bow } ; On science let Sol beam the lustre of day , And wisdom give light to the soul . Let India unfold her rich gems to the view , Each virtue , each joy ...
... pain ! The treasures of Autumn let Bacchus display , And stagger about with his bow } ; On science let Sol beam the lustre of day , And wisdom give light to the soul . Let India unfold her rich gems to the view , Each virtue , each joy ...
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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...