The goldfinch, or, New modern songster. Being a select collection of the most admired Scots and English songs, cantatas &c1782 |
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... Says Plato , why fhould man be vain , 8 50 Stern winter has left us , the trees are in bloom , Since honour has attended upon the marry'd state , 52 85 2 51 Shepherds would ye hope to please us , 96 See the conquering hero comes , 97 ...
... Says Plato , why fhould man be vain , 8 50 Stern winter has left us , the trees are in bloom , Since honour has attended upon the marry'd state , 52 85 2 51 Shepherds would ye hope to please us , 96 See the conquering hero comes , 97 ...
Side 9
... they bill , Now I must have a kifs first , I muft and I will . My corn being ground , I to home bent my way ; He whisper'd he'd fomething of moment to say , Infifted to hand me along the green mead , And OF CHOICE SONGS .
... they bill , Now I must have a kifs first , I muft and I will . My corn being ground , I to home bent my way ; He whisper'd he'd fomething of moment to say , Infifted to hand me along the green mead , And OF CHOICE SONGS .
Side 10
... say when he ' woke . Not long fhe'd been there when the fwain op'd his eyes , And miffing his Phillis was ftruck with surprise ; He fnatch'd up his crook , and ran wild o'er the plain , And thus he inquir'd of each nymph and each fwain ...
... say when he ' woke . Not long fhe'd been there when the fwain op'd his eyes , And miffing his Phillis was ftruck with surprise ; He fnatch'd up his crook , and ran wild o'er the plain , And thus he inquir'd of each nymph and each fwain ...
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... say , To be young Jockey's wife . T SONG XV . THE BIRD . HE bird that hears her neftlings cry , And flies abroad for food , Returns impatient thro ' the sky , To nurfe the callow brood : The tender mother knows no joy , But bodes a ...
... say , To be young Jockey's wife . T SONG XV . THE BIRD . HE bird that hears her neftlings cry , And flies abroad for food , Returns impatient thro ' the sky , To nurfe the callow brood : The tender mother knows no joy , But bodes a ...
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... say , Waes me . I gang like a ghaift , and carena ' to spin , I darena ' think on Jamie , for that wou'd be a fin ; But I'll do my beft a guidwife to be , For auld Robin Gray is kind to me . 0009 SONG XX . A favourite HUNTING SONG . By ...
... say , Waes me . I gang like a ghaift , and carena ' to spin , I darena ' think on Jamie , for that wou'd be a fin ; But I'll do my beft a guidwife to be , For auld Robin Gray is kind to me . 0009 SONG XX . A favourite HUNTING SONG . By ...
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anguiſh auld Auld Robin Gray beauty beſt bleffings bleft blifs blithe bloom bofom bonny braw breaſt charms chearful Chloe Colin conftant cou'd cry'd Daffin Damon dear delight Derry e'er eaſe ev'ry ewie eyes fafe faid fair fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh fince fing firſt fmiles foft fome fond fong foon forpet forrow foul fport fpring frae ftill ftreams fuch fung fure fwain fweet gang grove ha'e hafte happy heart honeft Invermay Jamie Jenny Jockey kifs laffie lafs lov'd lover Maggy maid merry mild ale mind morn mufic muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r rapture reft rofe roſe roving Rule Britannia ſhall ſhe SONG ſports ſtill ſtray ſweet Taleo tell thee There's nae luck theſe thofe thou thouſand thro Twas weel wife wine young youth
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Side 101 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
Side 5 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Side 17 - Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, 'Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!
Side 6 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Side 42 - Tullochgorum ? May choicest blessings still attend Each honest open-hearted friend, And calm and quiet be his end, And a' that's good watch o'er him ! May peace and plenty be his lot, Peace and plenty, peace and plenty, May peace and plenty be his lot, And dainties a great store o...
Side 186 - Are the groves and the valleys as gay, And the shepherds as gentle as ours ? The groves may perhaps be as fair, And the face of the valleys as fine ; The swains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine.
Side 186 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Side 17 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was in the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Side 85 - I broke my sheep-hook, And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook; No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wove; For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love. Oh, what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta? Why broke I my vow?
Side 41 - Tullochgorum's my delight, It gars us a' in ane unite, And ony sumph that keeps up spite, In conscience I abhor him. Blithe and merry we'll be a', Blithe and merry, blithe and merry, Blithe and merry we'll be a' And mak a cheerfu' quorum. For blithe and merry we'll be a' As lang as we hae breath to draw, And dance, till we be like to fa', The Reel o