Old English Popular Music, 2. kötetChappell & Company, 1893 |
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180 Loyal Songs Admiral Apollo's Banquet Bagford Collection Ballad Operas Bartholomew Fair Beggars Opera begins Ben Jonson Benbow black-letter bonny boys brave Britannia Broadsides Brooksby Carey's Charles II Cobblers commencing copy Cupid's D'Urfey Dancing Master Dauney delight doth Doubting Virgin Douce Collection drink Drollery editions England English entitled ev'ry excellent new tune fair Fast Galliard Gossip Joan Harmonia Anglicana Heart of oak Here's a health jolly Jovial Crew keel row King Lady lass Leveridge London Lord Lovers Lyra Viol Maid manuscript Merry Drollery Complete Moderate never night o'er Pepys Collection Pills to purge play pleasant new tune Poems popular printed purge Melancholy Quaker's Opera Queen roast beef Roxburghe Collection Rump Parliament Sally says Scotch Scotland Scottish music sing stanza sung Taunton Dean thee There's thou volume Walsh's Watts's Musical Miscellany Whigs words written
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155. oldal - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
vii. oldal - Tom") WIT AND MIRTH ; or, PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY. Being a Collection of the best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to all Humours, having each their proper Tune for either Voice or Instrument ; most of the Songs being new set.
147. oldal - 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. "Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee sailors when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
173. oldal - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
44. oldal - Cross, hard by the way Where we— thou know'st — do sell our hay, There is a house with stairs ; And there did I see coming down Such folk as are not in our town, Forty at least, in pairs.
155. oldal - To pass our tedious hours away, We throw a merry main ; Or else at serious ombre play : But why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue ' We were undone when we left you.
94. oldal - WHEN mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman's food, It ennobled our hearts, and enriched our blood ; Our soldiers were brave, and our courtiers were good. Oh ! the Roast Beef of Old England, And, oh ! for Old England's Roast Beef!
155. oldal - Should foggy Opdam chance to know Our sad and dismal story, The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree: For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind? — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
155. oldal - Then, if we write not by each post, Think not we are unkind ; Nor yet conclude our ships are lost By Dutchmen or by wind ; Our tears we'll send a speedier way : The tide shall bring them twice a day.
132. oldal - When day was gone, and night was come, And all men fast asleep, Then came the spirit of fair Marg'ret, And stood at Williams feet.