The goldfinch, or, New modern songster. Being a select collection of the most admired Scots and English songs, cantatas &c1782 |
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... grace ; May friendship's firm ties ever bind The honeft man's hand , and the honest man's heart ; May his temples with olives be twin'd . From henceforth let knaves be chain'd to deep graves , For an honeft man will bear the fway , His ...
... grace ; May friendship's firm ties ever bind The honeft man's hand , and the honest man's heart ; May his temples with olives be twin'd . From henceforth let knaves be chain'd to deep graves , For an honeft man will bear the fway , His ...
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... grace , My mother did so before me . I'll drefs as fine as fine can be , My pride fhall be my pleasure ; And tho ' the neighbours envy me , To mind them I've no leisure . I'll take delight , both day and night , To be talk'd of in story ...
... grace , My mother did so before me . I'll drefs as fine as fine can be , My pride fhall be my pleasure ; And tho ' the neighbours envy me , To mind them I've no leisure . I'll take delight , both day and night , To be talk'd of in story ...
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... grace and crown our nuptial day . Thus blefs'd with charms in my love's arms , My heart once more I will regain ; Then I'll range no more to a distant shore , But in love will enjoy my darling fwain . SONG CXXI . JOCKY AND JENNY . Jocky ...
... grace and crown our nuptial day . Thus blefs'd with charms in my love's arms , My heart once more I will regain ; Then I'll range no more to a distant shore , But in love will enjoy my darling fwain . SONG CXXI . JOCKY AND JENNY . Jocky ...
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... grace , Let me a bleffing find : And fince you wear an angel's face , O fhew an angel's mind . X { X + X + X ! X ÷ X ‡ X ‡ X SONG CXLVIII . Fyoung men your hearts fecure , ROM fweet bewitching tricks of love , Left in the paths of sense ...
... grace , Let me a bleffing find : And fince you wear an angel's face , O fhew an angel's mind . X { X + X + X ! X ÷ X ‡ X ‡ X SONG CXLVIII . Fyoung men your hearts fecure , ROM fweet bewitching tricks of love , Left in the paths of sense ...
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... grace , had in ftore , She cull'd as the bee does the bloom of each flow'r , Which , treafur'd for me , Oh ! how happy was I ! For tho ' her's to collect , it was mine to enjoy ! CLXVII . SONG AN ADDRESS TO THE LADIES Sung at OF CHOICE ...
... grace , had in ftore , She cull'd as the bee does the bloom of each flow'r , Which , treafur'd for me , Oh ! how happy was I ! For tho ' her's to collect , it was mine to enjoy ! CLXVII . SONG AN ADDRESS TO THE LADIES Sung at OF CHOICE ...
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anguiſh auld Auld Robin Gray beauty beſt bleffings bleft blifs blithe bloom bofom bonny braw breaſt charms chearful Chloe Colin conftant cou'd cry'd Daffin Damon dear delight Derry e'er eaſe ev'ry ewie eyes fafe faid fair fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh fince fing firſt fmiles foft fome fond fong foon forpet forrow foul fport fpring frae ftill ftreams fuch fung fure fwain fweet gang grove ha'e hafte happy heart honeft Invermay Jamie Jenny Jockey kifs laffie lafs lov'd lover Maggy maid merry mild ale mind morn mufic muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r rapture reft rofe roſe roving Rule Britannia ſhall ſhe SONG ſports ſtill ſtray ſweet Taleo tell thee There's nae luck theſe thofe thou thouſand thro Twas weel wife wine young youth
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Page 101 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
Page 5 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Page 17 - Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, 'Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!
Page 6 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 42 - Tullochgorum ? May choicest blessings still attend Each honest open-hearted friend, And calm and quiet be his end, And a' that's good watch o'er him ! May peace and plenty be his lot, Peace and plenty, peace and plenty, May peace and plenty be his lot, And dainties a great store o...
Page 186 - Are the groves and the valleys as gay, And the shepherds as gentle as ours ? The groves may perhaps be as fair, And the face of the valleys as fine ; The swains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine.
Page 186 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 17 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was in the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Page 85 - I broke my sheep-hook, And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook; No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wove; For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love. Oh, what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta? Why broke I my vow?
Page 41 - Tullochgorum's my delight, It gars us a' in ane unite, And ony sumph that keeps up spite, In conscience I abhor him. Blithe and merry we'll be a', Blithe and merry, blithe and merry, Blithe and merry we'll be a' And mak a cheerfu' quorum. For blithe and merry we'll be a' As lang as we hae breath to draw, And dance, till we be like to fa', The Reel o