The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 páginas |
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... thee , my Damon , let's drink , & c . How happy's the Man , that like you , Sir Happy Infect ! what can be Hard Fate to figh , and figh in vain Happy the Man whofe Wish and Care Here's a Health to the Lafs with , & c . If Love be a ...
... thee , my Damon , let's drink , & c . How happy's the Man , that like you , Sir Happy Infect ! what can be Hard Fate to figh , and figh in vain Happy the Man whofe Wish and Care Here's a Health to the Lafs with , & c . If Love be a ...
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... thee , O gentle Sleep , alone ' Tis thee I love , I'll conftant prove 122 142 145 155 To the God of Wine , my Song , & c . 357 There was a bonny Blade 176 Tell me no more of Flames in Love 178 Tho ' Fortune and Love may be Deities ftill ...
... thee , O gentle Sleep , alone ' Tis thee I love , I'll conftant prove 122 142 145 155 To the God of Wine , my Song , & c . 357 There was a bonny Blade 176 Tell me no more of Flames in Love 178 Tho ' Fortune and Love may be Deities ftill ...
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... thee . If you thou'd wander where fome Brook Does o'er the murm'ring Pebbles flow , As on the filver Stream you look , Think how I weep oppreft with Woe : And fhou'd the Current want Supplies , I cou'd recruit it from my Eyes . If perch ...
... thee . If you thou'd wander where fome Brook Does o'er the murm'ring Pebbles flow , As on the filver Stream you look , Think how I weep oppreft with Woe : And fhou'd the Current want Supplies , I cou'd recruit it from my Eyes . If perch ...
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... thee , ' Tis Joy and Mufick all we hear ! ' Tis Love and Beauty all we fee ! Come , let us mark the gradual Spring ... thee behind some dark Gloom . Thy Beam my Confufion betrays , Which Darkness had better become ; See how the chafte ...
... thee , ' Tis Joy and Mufick all we hear ! ' Tis Love and Beauty all we fee ! Come , let us mark the gradual Spring ... thee behind some dark Gloom . Thy Beam my Confufion betrays , Which Darkness had better become ; See how the chafte ...
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... thee , Lord Piercy , Douglas faid In Faith I will thee bring , Where thou fhalt high advanced be By James our Scottish King : Thy Ranfom I will freely give , And thus report of thee , Thou art the most courageous Knight That ever I did ...
... thee , Lord Piercy , Douglas faid In Faith I will thee bring , Where thou fhalt high advanced be By James our Scottish King : Thy Ranfom I will freely give , And thus report of thee , Thou art the most courageous Knight That ever I did ...
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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.