Hearty staves of heart-music (selected) by J.E. Clarke |
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Side 6
... hear , But he paused to bless her as she knelt , And wiped away a tear . He turn'd and left the spot , Oh , do not deem him weak , For dauntless was the soldier's heart , Though tears were on his cheek . Go watch the foremost ranks In ...
... hear , But he paused to bless her as she knelt , And wiped away a tear . He turn'd and left the spot , Oh , do not deem him weak , For dauntless was the soldier's heart , Though tears were on his cheek . Go watch the foremost ranks In ...
Side 28
... hear our prayers , Grant us , kind Heaven , favouring airs . Blow , breezes , blow , the stream runs fast , The rapids are near , and the daylight's past . THE FISHERMAN'S SONG . NEALE . COME , messmates , ' tis time to hoist the sail ...
... hear our prayers , Grant us , kind Heaven , favouring airs . Blow , breezes , blow , the stream runs fast , The rapids are near , and the daylight's past . THE FISHERMAN'S SONG . NEALE . COME , messmates , ' tis time to hoist the sail ...
Side 34
... hear our offsprings ' cries- And we'll think , as the surge grows tall and strong , Of the tears in their mothers ' eyes ; [ green , And we'll reel through the clutch of the shiv'ring For the warm , warm clasp at home- For the soothing ...
... hear our offsprings ' cries- And we'll think , as the surge grows tall and strong , Of the tears in their mothers ' eyes ; [ green , And we'll reel through the clutch of the shiv'ring For the warm , warm clasp at home- For the soothing ...
Side 41
... hears the stir of the yellow reed , It is more than music's tone . There are prophet - sounds that stir the grain , When its golden stalks shoot up ; Voices that tell how a world of men Shall daily dine and sup . Then shame , oh , shame ...
... hears the stir of the yellow reed , It is more than music's tone . There are prophet - sounds that stir the grain , When its golden stalks shoot up ; Voices that tell how a world of men Shall daily dine and sup . Then shame , oh , shame ...
Side 43
... hear him in our path By the falling barley - swath ; While we sing with spirits blithe , We may hear his ringing scythe . Rink - a - tink , rink - a - tink , rink - a - tink a - tink . Time , the mower , cuts down all , High and low ...
... hear him in our path By the falling barley - swath ; While we sing with spirits blithe , We may hear his ringing scythe . Rink - a - tink , rink - a - tink , rink - a - tink a - tink . Time , the mower , cuts down all , High and low ...
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afloat bless boast boatie rows bonnie boys brave breeze British British Grenadiers brothers brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek cheer coming Davidson's dear deep earth ERSKINE CLARKE eyes fair faith Farewell father fear flag frae gale grain guard hand happy harvest hath hear heart Hearts of oak hero honest hope Household treasures Hurrah ivy green John Anderson labour land MARY HOWITT merry merry England morn Music at Z. T. nane like you-there's Nannie ne'er Never give night noble o'er old England outward bound owre young plough proud rich rink-a-tink a-tink round Rule Britannia sail ship shore sing smile song sorrow stormy tempests blow Strike the iron strong SUNSET TREE tears thee there's nae luck thine thou toil true Trust Tubal Cain voice wave wealth weel wife wind you-there's nane Z. T. Purday's
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Side 72 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Side 72 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Side 10 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Side 24 - Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Side 98 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Side 73 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Side 87 - Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that; Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may,— As come it will for a' that,— That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a
Side 60 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
Side 104 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Side 120 - Tis a lesson you should heed, Try, try, try again ; If at first you don't succeed, Try, try, try again. Then your courage should appear, For if you will persevere, You will conquer, never fear, Try, try, try again.