The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 páginas |
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... fair Nymphs , to this fweet Grove Clarinda , hear my Moan Calia , that I once was bleft Chloe found Love for his Pfyche in Tears Come , come ye Nymphs Calia , charming Calia , hear me 137 137 142 148 153 156 183 199 200 Cauld be the ...
... fair Nymphs , to this fweet Grove Clarinda , hear my Moan Calia , that I once was bleft Chloe found Love for his Pfyche in Tears Come , come ye Nymphs Calia , charming Calia , hear me 137 137 142 148 153 156 183 199 200 Cauld be the ...
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... Fair How calm , Eliza , are thefe Groves Happy we , who free from Love How happy are we when the Wind , & e He that is a clear Cavalier 18 24 456 36 7 4 How brimful of Nothing's the Life , & c . 28 lbid . Hail Burgundy thou Juice divine ...
... Fair How calm , Eliza , are thefe Groves Happy we , who free from Love How happy are we when the Wind , & e He that is a clear Cavalier 18 24 456 36 7 4 How brimful of Nothing's the Life , & c . 28 lbid . Hail Burgundy thou Juice divine ...
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... Fair 30 I'm old mad Tom , behold me If all Things fucceed , as already decreed I am a lufty , lively Lad In January laft , on Munonday , & c . In the pleasant Month of May In a Humour I was of late 31 Ibid . 55 65 72 89 125 159 If all ...
... Fair 30 I'm old mad Tom , behold me If all Things fucceed , as already decreed I am a lufty , lively Lad In January laft , on Munonday , & c . In the pleasant Month of May In a Humour I was of late 31 Ibid . 55 65 72 89 125 159 If all ...
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... fair O why did e'er my Thoughts aspire Old Adam , it is true Of all States in Life fo various Our Shopkeepers Wives are fo polifh'd , & c . Oh ! where will you hurry my Deareft Philander and Sylvia , a gentle foft Pair Paftora's ...
... fair O why did e'er my Thoughts aspire Old Adam , it is true Of all States in Life fo various Our Shopkeepers Wives are fo polifh'd , & c . Oh ! where will you hurry my Deareft Philander and Sylvia , a gentle foft Pair Paftora's ...
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... fair in Womankind 281 322 341 See , fee , like Venus the appears 344 Sure ne'er was Dog fo wretched as I` 345 Sol ... fair To the Brook and the Willow that , & c . Tho ' Jockey fu'd me long , he met , & c . 42 63 71 75 77 Thus all our ...
... fair in Womankind 281 322 341 See , fee , like Venus the appears 344 Sure ne'er was Dog fo wretched as I` 345 Sol ... fair To the Brook and the Willow that , & c . Tho ' Jockey fu'd me long , he met , & c . 42 63 71 75 77 Thus all our ...
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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.