The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 páginas |
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... Whose Armour fhone like Gold : Shew me ( he faid ) whofe Men you be , That hunt fo boldly here ; That , without my Confent , do chase , And take my Fallow - Deer ? The Man that firft did anfwer make , Was noble The LARK .
... Whose Armour fhone like Gold : Shew me ( he faid ) whofe Men you be , That hunt fo boldly here ; That , without my Confent , do chase , And take my Fallow - Deer ? The Man that firft did anfwer make , Was noble The LARK .
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... Whose politick Pates Do now keep their Quarters on the City Gates ; To Father and Mother , To Sifter and Brother , It gave a Commiffion to kill one another : It took up Mens Horfes at very low Rates , And plunder'd our Goods to fecure ...
... Whose politick Pates Do now keep their Quarters on the City Gates ; To Father and Mother , To Sifter and Brother , It gave a Commiffion to kill one another : It took up Mens Horfes at very low Rates , And plunder'd our Goods to fecure ...
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... whose Means is small , Maintains both Horfe and Coach ; Instead of an hundred Men , The Coach allows but two This was not thought on then , When this old Cap was newy ! Good Hofpitality , Was cherish'd then of many : Now The 37 • LARK .
... whose Means is small , Maintains both Horfe and Coach ; Instead of an hundred Men , The Coach allows but two This was not thought on then , When this old Cap was newy ! Good Hofpitality , Was cherish'd then of many : Now The 37 • LARK .
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... Whose Images are kept in Store , By Memory alone . Whatever is to come is not , How can it then be mine ? The prefent Moment's all my Lot , And that as fast as it is got , Phillis is only thine . Then talk not of Inconftancy , Falfe ...
... Whose Images are kept in Store , By Memory alone . Whatever is to come is not , How can it then be mine ? The prefent Moment's all my Lot , And that as fast as it is got , Phillis is only thine . Then talk not of Inconftancy , Falfe ...
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... Whose Beauties rare make me with Care Cry , omnia vincit Amor . Ye chryftal Streams that wiftly glide , Be Partners of my Mourning ! Ye fragrant Fields and Meadows wide , Condemn her for her Scorning : Let every Trée a Witness be , How ...
... Whose Beauties rare make me with Care Cry , omnia vincit Amor . Ye chryftal Streams that wiftly glide , Be Partners of my Mourning ! Ye fragrant Fields and Meadows wide , Condemn her for her Scorning : Let every Trée a Witness be , How ...
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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.