The British minstrel; A choice collection of modern songs. 2 pt. [in 1 vol. With a general title-leaf The British minstrel, a choice collection of popular songs].1848 |
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... sound the trumpet 137 Let my Lodoiska's charms 158 Let the toast pass 82 Let the waiter bring clean glasses 141 Let us drink to old Iriends 141 Let us take the road 143 Life let us cherish . Light be around thee 143 144 Lo ! here the ...
... sound the trumpet 137 Let my Lodoiska's charms 158 Let the toast pass 82 Let the waiter bring clean glasses 141 Let us drink to old Iriends 141 Let us take the road 143 Life let us cherish . Light be around thee 143 144 Lo ! here the ...
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... sound , Shall spread the happy news around ; And give a hint to maidens coy , That youth they should not misemploy . Yuseph shall , with sullen pride , Envy joys to wealth denied ;, And , as we trip with merry glee , Shall wish himself ...
... sound , Shall spread the happy news around ; And give a hint to maidens coy , That youth they should not misemploy . Yuseph shall , with sullen pride , Envy joys to wealth denied ;, And , as we trip with merry glee , Shall wish himself ...
Side 38
... This day a stag must die . The cordial takes its merry round , The laugh and joke prevail , The huntsman blows a jovial sound , The dogs snuff up the gale ; The upland wilds they sweep along , O'er fields , 38 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... This day a stag must die . The cordial takes its merry round , The laugh and joke prevail , The huntsman blows a jovial sound , The dogs snuff up the gale ; The upland wilds they sweep along , O'er fields , 38 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
Side 60
... sounds mighty odd , Makes the hearts of the spalpens in truth ache : Shelah's mother cried , " Girl , never talk Of that ugly pawdeen , but pray mind him- There's mischief in Paddy from Cork , When he buttons his coat behind him ! " Now ...
... sounds mighty odd , Makes the hearts of the spalpens in truth ache : Shelah's mother cried , " Girl , never talk Of that ugly pawdeen , but pray mind him- There's mischief in Paddy from Cork , When he buttons his coat behind him ! " Now ...
Side 63
... sounds So sweet that we wish for it over and o'er ; And the echo of heaven with gladness resounds , When hearts ' that were sever'd are sever'd no more Who in this vale of tears would unkindness prolong ? OF NATIONAL SONGS . 63.
... sounds So sweet that we wish for it over and o'er ; And the echo of heaven with gladness resounds , When hearts ' that were sever'd are sever'd no more Who in this vale of tears would unkindness prolong ? OF NATIONAL SONGS . 63.
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Allan water auld lang syne beauty bells black crows boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom bowl boys brave bright charms cheer countreman cried dance dear delight drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair farewell flower fond frae girl give green happy Hark hear heart Holborn John pie kiss lads lal lal lal land lass life's live love thee maid merrily merry Middle-Row Monro and May's morn Music Music-at Duncomb's Music-at Messrs Music-at Wybrow's Music-at Z. T. Purday's ne'er never night nose Numps o'er Old King Cole pleasure poor Rathbone Place Ri too ral Rose Rule Britannia sail sailor shore sigh sing sleep smile Soho Square song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tear tell there's thine thou thought Twas waves weel wife wind wine wish young youth
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Side 17 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 62 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 17 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the...
Side 189 - As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o
Side 173 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 18 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Side 192 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Side 107 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Side 172 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Side 189 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath, their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...