Old BalladsE. Nister, 1906 - 148 pages |
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Page 85
And while they are keeping Bright watch o'er thy sleeping , Oh , pray to them softly , my baby , with me , And say thou would'st rather They watch'd o'er thy father ! For I know that the angels are whispering with thee . The dawn of the ...
And while they are keeping Bright watch o'er thy sleeping , Oh , pray to them softly , my baby , with me , And say thou would'st rather They watch'd o'er thy father ! For I know that the angels are whispering with thee . The dawn of the ...
Page 124
... near his cot . There , woodman , let it stand , Thy axe shall harm it not . That old familiar tree , Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea , Say , wouldst thou hack it down ? Woodman , forbear thy stroke , Cut not its earth.
... near his cot . There , woodman , let it stand , Thy axe shall harm it not . That old familiar tree , Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea , Say , wouldst thou hack it down ? Woodman , forbear thy stroke , Cut not its earth.
Page 128
... o'er , Beheld his Nancy on the shore : He then the ' bacco - box display'd , And cried , and seized the yielding maid , " If you loves I , as I loves you , No pair so happy as we two . " C. Dibdin . O , WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST . 0 ...
... o'er , Beheld his Nancy on the shore : He then the ' bacco - box display'd , And cried , and seized the yielding maid , " If you loves I , as I loves you , No pair so happy as we two . " C. Dibdin . O , WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST . 0 ...
Page 131
... o'er with leaves of myrtle ; lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw and ivy - buds , With. A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty. OLD BALLADS . 131.
... o'er with leaves of myrtle ; lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw and ivy - buds , With. A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty. OLD BALLADS . 131.
Page 144
... o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers , and drop the tender tear , Nor then regret those scenes so gay , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? Thomas Percy D.D. D'YE KEN JOHN PEEL ? ' YE ken John Peel. 144 OLD BALLADS .
... o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers , and drop the tender tear , Nor then regret those scenes so gay , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? Thomas Percy D.D. D'YE KEN JOHN PEEL ? ' YE ken John Peel. 144 OLD BALLADS .
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Alice Gray Allan Water alley auld lang syne auld Robin Gray bailiff's daughter baith banks of Allan Bay of Biscay Bonnie Dundee bonnie fish brow Buy my caller caller herrin canna Charles Dibdin charming Coleraine couldna darling dear doth go drawn frae Duncan ENISTER fair fill fish and halesome Good-night halesome farin Hearts of oak heav'n his soul Islington John Anderson ken John Peel kiss lads lass leather bottèl Let the toast lives lovely Nan maids Margery Molly Bawn Molly Malone morning ne'er never o'er Ohone old English gentleman old Simon place like home pretty Jane prove an excuse Richmond Hill Robin Adair Sally Samuel Lover sigh sing sleep soul may dwell sweet tear tell There's no place thou wert fairest thro toast pass trip Twas warrant she'll prove waterman Widow Malone Wilt thou wish in heav'n wonna WOODMAN wooing o't wreath
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Page 131 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 22 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Page 36 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Page 23 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 38 - Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft.
Page 103 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Page 124 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE! , spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Page 29 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The minstrel fell! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder; And said, "No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery!
Page 57 - tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year, To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Page 11 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.