Davidson's Universal Melodist: Consisting of the Music and Words of Popular, Standard, and Original Songs, &c. Arranged So as to be Equally Adapted for the Sight-singer, the Performer on the Flute, Cornopean, Accordion, Or Any Other Treble Instrument, Bind 1G.H. Davidson, 1853 |
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Side 186
... Morning 374 Blind Mary - Irish Melody , In the Morning of Life ' 409 Blow , blow , thou Winter's Wind - Dr . Arne ..... 54 Blow , ye gentle Breezes - From Auber's ' Crown Jewels , ' Poetry by G. Soane 83 Blow , ye Winds - Verdi's ' Nino ...
... Morning 374 Blind Mary - Irish Melody , In the Morning of Life ' 409 Blow , blow , thou Winter's Wind - Dr . Arne ..... 54 Blow , ye gentle Breezes - From Auber's ' Crown Jewels , ' Poetry by G. Soane 83 Blow , ye Winds - Verdi's ' Nino ...
Side 187
... Morn 203 212 Days of Yore - W . A. Nield ... 360 From the Danube was he riding - N . Corri .. From the steep Promontory gaz'd .. 419 302 De Dandy Broadway Swell - As sung by the Ethio- pian Serenaders From the white - blossom'd Sloe ୪ ...
... Morn 203 212 Days of Yore - W . A. Nield ... 360 From the Danube was he riding - N . Corri .. From the steep Promontory gaz'd .. 419 302 De Dandy Broadway Swell - As sung by the Ethio- pian Serenaders From the white - blossom'd Sloe ୪ ...
Side 188
... Morning - Adapted by J. N. Sola to an Irish Melody 135 I've travel'd afar from my dear native Home ...... 374 I've wandered oft in Childhood I'ze a poor Country Lad ......... ........... 88 19 love the little laughing Rill 277 I'ze a ...
... Morning - Adapted by J. N. Sola to an Irish Melody 135 I've travel'd afar from my dear native Home ...... 374 I've wandered oft in Childhood I'ze a poor Country Lad ......... ........... 88 19 love the little laughing Rill 277 I'ze a ...
Side 189
... Morn , as I've heard say 245 Let gay ones and great 77 Let the Feeble - hearted pine . 427 Let us haste to Kelvin Grove - Written by John Lyle ... 42 Lewie Gordon 10 Liberty's Appeal - Peninsular Melody , Poetry by John Bowring , L.L.D. ...
... Morn , as I've heard say 245 Let gay ones and great 77 Let the Feeble - hearted pine . 427 Let us haste to Kelvin Grove - Written by John Lyle ... 42 Lewie Gordon 10 Liberty's Appeal - Peninsular Melody , Poetry by John Bowring , L.L.D. ...
Side 193
... Morning early - Scotch Melody , Words by J. Hamilton .... .......... 207 There liv'd , and may be living still 16 Up , up , with the Signal .... 162 There was a Jolly Miller - From Love in a Village ' 325 There was a La - s , and she ...
... Morning early - Scotch Melody , Words by J. Hamilton .... .......... 207 There liv'd , and may be living still 16 Up , up , with the Signal .... 162 There was a Jolly Miller - From Love in a Village ' 325 There was a La - s , and she ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
ad lib Allan water Allegretto Allegro Andante Andantino auld lang syne Ballyporeen beauty bless'd blue bonny brave breast breath bright brow Charles Dibdin charms Cheap and Uniform Composed cried dance dark Davidson Davidson's Cheap dear e'er Eliza Cook ev'ry eyes fair flow'rs fond frae George Soane green Hark heart Henry Russell.-Published Irish John Anderson land lass lassie Lentando light loo ral Lord Lord Lovel lov'd Love's Lucy Neal maid Melody merry Moderato morn Music by Henry ne'er never night o'er pleasure Poetry by George poor Ri too ral Robert Burns rose round rowly Russell.-Published in Davidson's sigh sing sleep smile song soul sung sweet tear tell thee there's thine thou thro true love Twas Uniform Edition Vivace weep winds young
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Side 293 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Side 270 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Side 175 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Side 79 - I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part Some act by the delicate mind, Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart Already to sorrow resign'd.
Side 304 - 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 296 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Side 81 - Though his care she must forego ? When her little hands shall press thee, When her lip to thine is...
Side 175 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Side 175 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Side 303 - The maiden paused, as if again She thought to catch the distant strain. With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.