The Quaver; Or, Songster's Pocket Companion, EtcThe Booksellers, 1858 - 512 sider |
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... cold , Colder thy kiss ! Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this . The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow , It felt like the warning Of what I feel now . Thy vows are all broken , And light is thy fame , I hear thy name spoken ...
... cold , Colder thy kiss ! Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this . The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow , It felt like the warning Of what I feel now . Thy vows are all broken , And light is thy fame , I hear thy name spoken ...
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... cold ground . Why , soldiers , why Should we be melancholy , boys ? Why , soldiers , why ? Whose business ' tis to die . What , sighing ? fie ! Drink on , and let's be jolly , boys , " Tis he , you , and I , Cold , hot , wet , or dry ...
... cold ground . Why , soldiers , why Should we be melancholy , boys ? Why , soldiers , why ? Whose business ' tis to die . What , sighing ? fie ! Drink on , and let's be jolly , boys , " Tis he , you , and I , Cold , hot , wet , or dry ...
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... Oak , the brave old Oak , Who stands in his pride alone , And still flourish he a hale green tree , When a hundred years are gone . In the days of old when the spring with cold OF NATIONAL SONGS . 19 A song to the Oak, the brave old Oak.
... Oak , the brave old Oak , Who stands in his pride alone , And still flourish he a hale green tree , When a hundred years are gone . In the days of old when the spring with cold OF NATIONAL SONGS . 19 A song to the Oak, the brave old Oak.
Side 20
QUAVER. In the days of old when the spring with cold , Had brightened his branches grey , Through the grass at his feet , crept maidens sweet , To gather the dew of May . And on that day to the rebeck gay , They frolicked with lovesome ...
QUAVER. In the days of old when the spring with cold , Had brightened his branches grey , Through the grass at his feet , crept maidens sweet , To gather the dew of May . And on that day to the rebeck gay , They frolicked with lovesome ...
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... WE MET . WE met - ' twas in a crowd , And I thought he would shun me , He came I could not breathe , For his eyes were upon me ; He spoke his words were cold , And his smile OF NATIONAL SONGS . 25 We met-twas in a crowd.
... WE MET . WE met - ' twas in a crowd , And I thought he would shun me , He came I could not breathe , For his eyes were upon me ; He spoke his words were cold , And his smile OF NATIONAL SONGS . 25 We met-twas in a crowd.
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