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arms beat beauty bells bless boast bonny bottle bowl boys brave Britain's charms CHORUS cry'd dance danger dear delight drink e'er England ev'ry eyes face fair fame fear fight foes girl give glass glory gone green hand happy head hear heart Here's hope I'll Jack keep kind King kiss lads land lass laugh leave live look Lord maid meet merry mind morning ne'er never night o'er ocean once pain peace play pleasure poor pretty pride protect roar round sail sailor ship shore sigh sing smile soldiers song soon soul sound Sung sweet tars tears tell thee thought thro true Twas waves wind wine young
第 5 頁 - King, Long live our noble King, God save the King. Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us: God save the King!
第 104 頁 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
第 6 頁 - May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the King!
第 39 頁 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
第 91 頁 - Dear! dear! what can the matter be? Oh, dear! what can the matter be?
第 181 頁 - O 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.
第 181 頁 - 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 landmen 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.
第 24 頁 - I share what to-day may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail covering Which I've worn for three-score years and ten, On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering, Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again: But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare to-day May become everlasting to-morrow.