The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 páginas |
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... me no more of Flames in Love 178 Tho ' Fortune and Love may be Deities ftill Three merry Lads met at the Rofe The Fire of Love in youthful Blood 179 184 186 to rove 240 1 To all young Men that love to woe Take An Alphabetical TABLE .
... me no more of Flames in Love 178 Tho ' Fortune and Love may be Deities ftill Three merry Lads met at the Rofe The Fire of Love in youthful Blood 179 184 186 to rove 240 1 To all young Men that love to woe Take An Alphabetical TABLE .
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... Fire , And all his Pow'r retain ; With the fame Warmth our Brains infpire , And lead the fprightly Strain . From thee , fair Chloe's potent Eye New fparkling Beams receives ; Her Cheeks imbibe a rofy Dye , New Heat her Bofom heaves ...
... Fire , And all his Pow'r retain ; With the fame Warmth our Brains infpire , And lead the fprightly Strain . From thee , fair Chloe's potent Eye New fparkling Beams receives ; Her Cheeks imbibe a rofy Dye , New Heat her Bofom heaves ...
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... Fires ; Our Girls young and found , and fhall kifs with a fmack , And shall gratify all our Defires ; The Bottles we'll crack , and the Girls we will fmack , And gratify , & c . 3 SONG XXXVIII . I'm Cupid's , & c . " M Cupid's Warriour ...
... Fires ; Our Girls young and found , and fhall kifs with a fmack , And shall gratify all our Defires ; The Bottles we'll crack , and the Girls we will fmack , And gratify , & c . 3 SONG XXXVIII . I'm Cupid's , & c . " M Cupid's Warriour ...
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... Fire . SONG XL . I'm old , & c . I ' M old mad Tom , behold me , My Wits are quite unframed , I'm mad , I'm fure , and past all Cure , And in Hopes of being proclaimed . I'll mount the frofty Mountains , And there I'll skin the Weather ...
... Fire . SONG XL . I'm old , & c . I ' M old mad Tom , behold me , My Wits are quite unframed , I'm mad , I'm fure , and past all Cure , And in Hopes of being proclaimed . I'll mount the frofty Mountains , And there I'll skin the Weather ...
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... by this Treafure ; He that firft this Bowl began , Let him give to all his Measure : Sack is like th ' Ætherial Fire , Which doth kindle new Defire , To do a Woman Pleasure . Sack doth make the Spirit bold , ' Tis like The LARK . 35.
... by this Treafure ; He that firft this Bowl began , Let him give to all his Measure : Sack is like th ' Ætherial Fire , Which doth kindle new Defire , To do a Woman Pleasure . Sack doth make the Spirit bold , ' Tis like The LARK . 35.
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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.