The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, المجلد 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة vii
... lass is good A jolly fat Friar lov'd liquor good store A cobler I am , and my name is Dick Awl Away with those poor married fellows A little old woman her living got As you've call'd upon me to give you a song A Priest of Kajaaga , as ...
... lass is good A jolly fat Friar lov'd liquor good store A cobler I am , and my name is Dick Awl Away with those poor married fellows A little old woman her living got As you've call'd upon me to give you a song A Priest of Kajaaga , as ...
الصفحة xi
... lass now turn to me 54 March , march , Ettrick and Teviotdale 57 My thoughts delight to wander 92 My darling , says Pat to his spouse on his lap 111 Mulroony's my name , I'm a comical boy 113 Merry gipsies alì are we - Mr Dip - tallow ...
... lass now turn to me 54 March , march , Ettrick and Teviotdale 57 My thoughts delight to wander 92 My darling , says Pat to his spouse on his lap 111 Mulroony's my name , I'm a comical boy 113 Merry gipsies alì are we - Mr Dip - tallow ...
الصفحة 51
... lass in a ' the land , But vows baith late an ' early , To man she'ell ne'er gie heart or hand , Wha wadna fight for Charlie , Come thro ' the heather , & c . The lowland a ' baith great and sma ' , Wi ' mony a lord an ' laird hae ...
... lass in a ' the land , But vows baith late an ' early , To man she'ell ne'er gie heart or hand , Wha wadna fight for Charlie , Come thro ' the heather , & c . The lowland a ' baith great and sma ' , Wi ' mony a lord an ' laird hae ...
الصفحة 52
... LASS . O SAW ye the lass wi ' the bonnie blue een ? Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen , Her cheek like the rose is , but fresher I ween ; She's the loveliest lassie that trips on the green . The home of my love is below in ...
... LASS . O SAW ye the lass wi ' the bonnie blue een ? Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen , Her cheek like the rose is , but fresher I ween ; She's the loveliest lassie that trips on the green . The home of my love is below in ...
الصفحة 53
... lass , & c . When night overshadows her cot in the glen , She'll steal out to meet her loved Donald again ; And when the moon shines on the valley so green , I'll welcome the lass wi ' the bonnie blue een . As the dove that has wandered ...
... lass , & c . When night overshadows her cot in the glen , She'll steal out to meet her loved Donald again ; And when the moon shines on the valley so green , I'll welcome the lass wi ' the bonnie blue een . As the dove that has wandered ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
adieu arms auld lang syne Balloch banners Bay of Biscay blow blue bonnie lassie bosom bottle boys brave braw John breast knots bright Charlie charms cheek cheer cried dear Derry Dicky drink drum e'er ev'ry fair fame fear fight flowers Fol de riddle frae gallant girl glass glory grave heart Heaven Heigho Highland horn Jack John Anderson Kentucky kiss laddie lady land lass Lochinvar maid merrily merry morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy pibroch poor riddle lol roar Rob Roy Macgregor rose round Roy's wife sail sailor Sally Brown Scotland shellelagh shore sigh sing smile sodger soldier SONGS soon soul sound sprig Star-spangled Banner sure sweet tear tell thee thine thou thro trepan Troubadour true TUNE Twas wave wind wwwwwww Yankee young young Jessie
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 73 - 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.
الصفحة 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
الصفحة 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
الصفحة 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
الصفحة 175 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
الصفحة 30 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
الصفحة 268 - 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...
الصفحة 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
الصفحة 75 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!