St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in PrintCampbell Denovan, 1782 - 324 sider |
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Side 4
... fear a rout , Nothing to them can be sweeter ; They have no wife for to fimper and pout , Crying , How can you leave me , dear Peter ! Sing batchelor bluff , batchelor bluff , Hey for a heart as fout as a buff , Yê belles and flirts ...
... fear a rout , Nothing to them can be sweeter ; They have no wife for to fimper and pout , Crying , How can you leave me , dear Peter ! Sing batchelor bluff , batchelor bluff , Hey for a heart as fout as a buff , Yê belles and flirts ...
Side 6
... fears of the Deil . fears of the Deil , & e . By leave from the chair I did join the glad throng , And partook of their joys o'er a glafs and a fong , Ye - cowans , remember the mafons are leel , And beware of yourfelves when you speak ...
... fears of the Deil . fears of the Deil , & e . By leave from the chair I did join the glad throng , And partook of their joys o'er a glafs and a fong , Ye - cowans , remember the mafons are leel , And beware of yourfelves when you speak ...
Side 33
... fear to fuffer wrong : For friends in all the ag'd you'll meet , And brother's in the young . SONG 26 . GROG . - TUNE , Why Should we quarrel for Riches . YE jolly true blues on the main , Well skilled in heaving the log , Attend to a ...
... fear to fuffer wrong : For friends in all the ag'd you'll meet , And brother's in the young . SONG 26 . GROG . - TUNE , Why Should we quarrel for Riches . YE jolly true blues on the main , Well skilled in heaving the log , Attend to a ...
Side 43
... fear of offending forbids him to fpeak ; But wanders a willing example to prove , " That friendship with woman is fister to love . " A lover , thus conquer'd , can ne'er give offence ; Not a dupe to her fmiles , but a flave to her fense ...
... fear of offending forbids him to fpeak ; But wanders a willing example to prove , " That friendship with woman is fister to love . " A lover , thus conquer'd , can ne'er give offence ; Not a dupe to her fmiles , but a flave to her fense ...
Side 49
... fears ; I would approach , but dare not move ; Tell me , my heart , if this be love . When'er fhe fpeaks , my ravish'd ear No other voice but her's can hear , No other's wit but her's approve ; Tell me , my heart , if this be love . If ...
... fears ; I would approach , but dare not move ; Tell me , my heart , if this be love . When'er fhe fpeaks , my ravish'd ear No other voice but her's can hear , No other's wit but her's approve ; Tell me , my heart , if this be love . If ...
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Side 320 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
Side 266 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Side 51 - 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 52 - 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. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
Side 267 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
Side 200 - 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 52 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Side 183 - Tis pride puts a' the country down, Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee. Every land has its ain laugh, Ilk kind of corn it has its hool ; I think the warld is a' run wrang, When ilka wife her man wad rule.
Side 144 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Side 108 - Jeany's face May caufe mae men to rue, And that may gar me fay, alas ! But what's that to you ? Conceal thy beauties if thou can, Hide that fweet face of thine, That I may only be the man Enjoys thefe looks divine. O do not proftitute, my dear, Wonders to common view, And I with faithful heart fhall fwear, For ever to be true.