The Royal Minstrel: Or, Melodist's Pocket Songster; a Choice Collection of Standard and Popular SongsJ.S. Pratt, 1844 - 320 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 47 筆
第 13 頁
... smile to a tear 165 A British soldier is my dad ib . 166 .. ib . 167 .. 168 169 ib . .. 171 ib . 172 173 ib . 174 175 Ah ! little blind boy , much too often In the smiling morn of spring All in the Downs the fleet Together let us range ...
... smile to a tear 165 A British soldier is my dad ib . 166 .. ib . 167 .. 168 169 ib . .. 171 ib . 172 173 ib . 174 175 Ah ! little blind boy , much too often In the smiling morn of spring All in the Downs the fleet Together let us range ...
第 15 頁
... smile ib . My darling says Pat 238 When the rosy morn appearing 239 Said a steak to a chop 240 Twas Saturday night ib . Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn 242 Dear is my native vale 243 ' Twas past meridian ib . Behold the man that ...
... smile ib . My darling says Pat 238 When the rosy morn appearing 239 Said a steak to a chop 240 Twas Saturday night ib . Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn 242 Dear is my native vale 243 ' Twas past meridian ib . Behold the man that ...
第 16 頁
... Smile again my bonnie lassie O Willie brew'd a peck He comes from the wars To a life free from gout I have oftentimes thought it Zeno , Plato , Aristotle Blooming Bacchus young 256 257 258 259 .. ib . .. 260 .. 262 ib . 263 265 ib . 266 ...
... Smile again my bonnie lassie O Willie brew'd a peck He comes from the wars To a life free from gout I have oftentimes thought it Zeno , Plato , Aristotle Blooming Bacchus young 256 257 258 259 .. ib . .. 260 .. 262 ib . 263 265 ib . 266 ...
第 30 頁
... smiles like those of summer , And tears like those of spring . For them we wear those trusty arms , And lay them down no more , Till we have driven the oppressor , For ever from our shore . LEWIE GORDON . O send Lewie Gordon hame , And ...
... smiles like those of summer , And tears like those of spring . For them we wear those trusty arms , And lay them down no more , Till we have driven the oppressor , For ever from our shore . LEWIE GORDON . O send Lewie Gordon hame , And ...
第 36 頁
... smile , And die with thee than live without thee . Fare thee well ! I'll think on thee , Thou leav'st me many a bitter token ; For see , distracting woman , see , My peace is gone , my heart is broken . THE MINUTE GUN . When in the ...
... smile , And die with thee than live without thee . Fare thee well ! I'll think on thee , Thou leav'st me many a bitter token ; For see , distracting woman , see , My peace is gone , my heart is broken . THE MINUTE GUN . When in the ...
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Adieu Bay of Biscay beauty blest blooming blow body kiss bonny bosom brave breast breath bright Brown Bess Captain charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane cried dear delight Derry drink e'er fair flower Fol deriddle lol friends gale gallant girl grog hark heart heaven Heigh Invermay John Anderson jolly kiss lady lark lass lassie life's live lov'd lover maid Mary merry mild ale Miss Rum Molly Malone morn ne'er never night o'er pleasure poor POST CAPTAIN pretty Rag Fair rest thee ring roar rose round Rum tum diddle-um sail sailors shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul storm sure sweet sweetly tears tell there's thou thought tis love Tol de rol true Twas twill vex'd whistle wife wind wine young youth
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第 24 頁 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
第 304 頁 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
第 28 頁 - OUR band is few but true and tried, Our leader frank and bold ; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told. Our fortress is the good greenwood, Our tent the cypress-tree ; We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea.
第 62 頁 - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
第 186 頁 - 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!
第 71 頁 - Of all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
第 167 頁 - The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands. And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.
第 63 頁 - They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ?— With silence and tears.
第 29 頁 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup.
第 304 頁 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...