The Young Folks' Glee Book, Consisting of Nearly One Hundred Copyright Songs & Duetts, Never Before Harmonized: and the Choicest Gems from the German & ItalianCharles Jarvis O. Ditson & Company, 1856 - 209 sider |
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Side 37
... lies In the Rock of the deep . The cask - et that lies In the Rock of the deep . tree , And trea - sure as pre - cious In the Rock of the sea . And treasure as pre - cious In the Rock of the sea . 38 IT IS BETTER TO LAUGH . " LIVELY ,
... lies In the Rock of the deep . The cask - et that lies In the Rock of the deep . tree , And trea - sure as pre - cious In the Rock of the sea . And treasure as pre - cious In the Rock of the sea . 38 IT IS BETTER TO LAUGH . " LIVELY ,
Side 38
Charles Jarvis. 38 IT IS BETTER TO LAUGH . " LIVELY , BUT NOT TOO QUICK . CRES . LUCREZIA BORGIA . " JETADLINE 6 08 1. To be hap - py , and pass life with plea sure , Is a secret ' twere well all would trea - sure , If the sky be se ...
Charles Jarvis. 38 IT IS BETTER TO LAUGH . " LIVELY , BUT NOT TOO QUICK . CRES . LUCREZIA BORGIA . " JETADLINE 6 08 1. To be hap - py , and pass life with plea sure , Is a secret ' twere well all would trea - sure , If the sky be se ...
Side 54
... the dome , Love still retains some deathless chains , That binds the heart to home , Love still retains some deathless chains , That bind , & c wherefore leave my home , In KAY JOKEROTY f Moderately Lively . P THE BLUE JUNIATA.
... the dome , Love still retains some deathless chains , That binds the heart to home , Love still retains some deathless chains , That bind , & c wherefore leave my home , In KAY JOKEROTY f Moderately Lively . P THE BLUE JUNIATA.
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Charles Jarvis. KAY JOKEROTY f Moderately Lively . P THE BLUE JUNIATA . f Ρ MRS . M. D. SULLIVAN . 55 f 1. Wild rov'd an Indian girl , Bright Al - fa - rata , Where sweep the waters Of the Blue Ju - ni · a - ta ; Swift as an an - te ...
Charles Jarvis. KAY JOKEROTY f Moderately Lively . P THE BLUE JUNIATA . f Ρ MRS . M. D. SULLIVAN . 55 f 1. Wild rov'd an Indian girl , Bright Al - fa - rata , Where sweep the waters Of the Blue Ju - ni · a - ta ; Swift as an an - te ...
Side 58
... LIVELY . 10 # -f WERNER . & # 4 1. Come , come , come ! O'er the hills , free from care , In my home true pleasure share ; Blossoms sweet , flowers most rare , Come where joys are found ! 2 # - 2. Come , come , come ! Not a sigh not a ...
... LIVELY . 10 # -f WERNER . & # 4 1. Come , come , come ! O'er the hills , free from care , In my home true pleasure share ; Blossoms sweet , flowers most rare , Come where joys are found ! 2 # - 2. Come , come , come ! Not a sigh not a ...
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a-gain a-round a-way AD LIB art thou Bawn bending lily bears bird blight shall dare bon-nie brave breathing bright charming cheer chink cradled flow'r CRES Darling dear dew is sweet DONIZETTI dreaming of thee eyes fair falchion fond gone hath hear heather bell Heav'n JARVIS Katy Katy Oh la la la land Lilly Dale Lime blossoms lone lov'd ma-ny meet by chance mem'ry moon mountain Na-po-li-taine ne'er neath never night no-bo-dy o'er peace RALL roaming rove SAMUEL LOVER seem'd form'd sere thee sing sleeps my cradled SLOW smile soft song stones Sweet flow'r sweetly tear TEMPO thee I'll die thee share There's a sigh thine thou art thou hast Three Bells thro thy voice Tra la la Twas vale watch-ful weep for thee wild wilt thou Zephyrs gently blow
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Side 75 - Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Side 26 - Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns. Oh, where are the mourners ? Alas! there are none; He has left not a gap in the world, now he's gone; Not a tear in the eye of child, woman, or man; To the grave with his carcass as fast as you can. Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns.
Side 45 - ... swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on; — That e'er the sun shone on — And dark blue is her e'e: And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa' o' her fairy feet; And like winds in summer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet; — Her voice is low and sweet, And she's a' the world to me: And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee.
Side 45 - Her brow is like the snaw drift; Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on — That e'er the sun shone on — And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa
Side 16 - I'll give you a song in its praise." The proposition was received with cheers, and Tom rattled away these ringing rhymes — 8% goinlb Sojer §og. ' Он there's not a trade that's going Worth showing, Or knowing, Like that from glory growing, For a bowld sojer boy ; Where right or left we go, Sure you know, Friend or foe Will have the hand or toe From a bowld sojer boy I There's not a town we march thro'. But the ladies, looking arch thro...
Side 7 - Twould be an assurance most dear To know that this moment some loved one Were saying, I wish he were here!
Side 76 - s on the stormy sea ! " How could I but list, but linger, To the song, and near the singer, Sweetly wooing Heaven to bring her Jamie from the stormy sea : And, while yet her lips did name me, Forth I sprang— my heart o'ercame me — " Grieve no more, sweet, I am Jamie, Home returned to love and thee !
Side 79 - Call me pet names, darling! Call me thy flower! Call me fond names, dearest! Call me a star, Whose smile's beaming welcome thou feel'st from afar, Whose light is the clearest, the truest to thee, When the " night-time of sorrow
Side 79 - Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,— Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird! Call me sweet names, darling! Call me a flower, That lives in the light of thy smile each hour, That droops when its heaven — thy...
Side 79 - CALL me pet names, dearest! Call me a bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,— Call me pet names, dearest!