The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 páginas |
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... Eyes 237 As I went forth to view the Spring 245 Adieu for a while my native green Plains 265 And I'll awa to bony Tweed - fide 269 A Cock Laird fou cadgie 288 Altho ' I be but a Country Lafs 290 All the World's in Strife and Hurry An ...
... Eyes 237 As I went forth to view the Spring 245 Adieu for a while my native green Plains 265 And I'll awa to bony Tweed - fide 269 A Cock Laird fou cadgie 288 Altho ' I be but a Country Lafs 290 All the World's in Strife and Hurry An ...
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... Eyes give Love to all Farewel the Town's ungrateful Noife From France , from Spain , from Rome , & c . Fond Echo , forbear thy light Strain Foolish Women , fly Mens Charms False tho ' fhe be to me and Love Fair Sally lov'd a bonny ...
... Eyes give Love to all Farewel the Town's ungrateful Noife From France , from Spain , from Rome , & c . Fond Echo , forbear thy light Strain Foolish Women , fly Mens Charms False tho ' fhe be to me and Love Fair Sally lov'd a bonny ...
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... Eye Groves and Woods , high Rocks , & c . Gilderoy was a bonny Boy .. ΤΟ 18 26 47 60 Glide fwiftly on , thou Silver ... Eyes are like the Morning bright He himself courts his own Ruin 162 176 180 Happy the Time when free from Love Hark ...
... Eye Groves and Woods , high Rocks , & c . Gilderoy was a bonny Boy .. ΤΟ 18 26 47 60 Glide fwiftly on , thou Silver ... Eyes are like the Morning bright He himself courts his own Ruin 162 176 180 Happy the Time when free from Love Hark ...
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... Eyes on me Will you credit a Mifer , ' tis Gold , & c . While Fops in foft Italian Verfe What can affuage the Pain Man feels Wanton Cupid , cease to hover 53 76 98 99 100 ΙΟΥ 102 103 108 112 When Chloe fair begins her Song 115 120 Women ...
... Eyes on me Will you credit a Mifer , ' tis Gold , & c . While Fops in foft Italian Verfe What can affuage the Pain Man feels Wanton Cupid , cease to hover 53 76 98 99 100 ΙΟΥ 102 103 108 112 When Chloe fair begins her Song 115 120 Women ...
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... Eyes are drawing Straws 366 5 . 81 Ye Shades , where frequent Zephyrs blow Ye Gods , ye gave to me a Wife Your Hay it is mow'd , and your Corn , & c . 97 Ye gentle Gales that fan the Air Ye Nymphs and ye Swains , from , & c . Young ...
... Eyes are drawing Straws 366 5 . 81 Ye Shades , where frequent Zephyrs blow Ye Gods , ye gave to me a Wife Your Hay it is mow'd , and your Corn , & c . 97 Ye gentle Gales that fan the Air Ye Nymphs and ye Swains , from , & c . Young ...
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alake auld Bacchus Beauty beft Bleffing bleft Blifs bonny Breaft Busk Charms Chloe Clarinda conftant cou'd cry'd Cupid dear Defire Defpair Delight didle Difdain drink e'er Eafe Earl Douglas ev'ry Eyes fafely faid fair falfe fame Fate feven fhall fhould figh filly fince fing firft flain fmiling foft fome foon frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet geld give Grace Groves hafte happy Heart Highland Laddie Jenny kifs Laddie Lafs laft lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid mair maun Meaſure moft muft muſt ne'er never Night Nofe Nymph o'er Paffion Pain Peggy Phillis pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r prithee quoth reft rife Rofe ſhall ſhe Sighs SONG Soul Swain tell thee thefe There's thofe thoſe thou thouſand Treaſure Twas twill Vows Wawking Whilft whofe Wife Wine wou'd young Youth
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Página 11 - And take your bows with speed: " And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, " That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear.
Página 307 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Página 11 - The hounds ran swiftly through the woods The nimble deer to take, And with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make. Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the tender deer; Quoth he, " Earl Douglas promised This day to meet me here. " If that I thought he would not come, No longer would I stay.
Página 124 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Página 10 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Página 250 - I'll never demand, Or black or fair it maks na whether. I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade, And blood alane is no worth a shilling; But she that's rich her market's made, For ilka charm about her is killing. Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land, And in my...
Página 16 - God save the King, and bless the land In plenty, joy, and peace; And grant henceforth that foul debate 'Twixt noblemen may cease.
Página 259 - Why the devil do ye na march ? Stand to your arms, my lads, Fight in good order ; Front about, ye musketeers all, Till ye come to the English border ; Stand till 't, and fight like men, True gospel to maintain. The parliament's blythe to see us a' coming. When to the kirk we come, We'll purge it ilka room, Frae popish relics, an' a' sic innovation. That a' the world may see, There's nane in the right but we, Of the auld Scottish nation.
Página 126 - Whilst thro' the groves I walk with you, Each object makes me gay ; Since your return the sun and moon With brighter beams do shine, Streams murmur soft notes while they run, As they did lang syne.
Página 253 - His tempting face, and flatt'ring chear, In time to me did not appear ; But now I fee that cruel he Cares neither for his babe nor me. Balow, my boy, &c.