The blackbird, containing one hundred and thirty songs, Scots and English. To which is added, the songs in Love in a village, and The maid of the mill [by I. Bickerstaffe].1783 |
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... fure his defire Lis No rival will ever oppofe .. But when to a nymph a pretender , ' ; rr :? 10 . Poor mortal , he fplits on a thelf ! stia plan How little a thing will defend her , From one that makes love to himself ? While nice in ...
... fure his defire Lis No rival will ever oppofe .. But when to a nymph a pretender , ' ; rr :? 10 . Poor mortal , he fplits on a thelf ! stia plan How little a thing will defend her , From one that makes love to himself ? While nice in ...
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... fure . The hounds ran fwiftly through the wood ,, The nimble deer to take ; And , with their cries , the hills and dales An echo fhrill did make . Earl Piercy to the quarry went , To view the fallow deer ; . Quoth he , Earl Douglas ...
... fure . The hounds ran fwiftly through the wood ,, The nimble deer to take ; And , with their cries , the hills and dales An echo fhrill did make . Earl Piercy to the quarry went , To view the fallow deer ; . Quoth he , Earl Douglas ...
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... fure , a more renowned knight Mifchance did never take . A knight among the Scots there was , Which faw Earl Douglas die , Who straight in wrath did vow revenge Upon the Earl Piercy , Sir Hugh Montgom'ry he was call'd , Who , with a ...
... fure , a more renowned knight Mifchance did never take . A knight among the Scots there was , Which faw Earl Douglas die , Who straight in wrath did vow revenge Upon the Earl Piercy , Sir Hugh Montgom'ry he was call'd , Who , with a ...
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... fure fuch folks could ne'er beget : So fweet a girl , as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And the lives in our alley . When he is by , I leave my work , I love her fo fincerely ; My mafter comes like any Turk , And bangs me moft ...
... fure fuch folks could ne'er beget : So fweet a girl , as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And the lives in our alley . When he is by , I leave my work , I love her fo fincerely ; My mafter comes like any Turk , And bangs me moft ...
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... fure of my conqueft , I purpos'd to stay Till her free confent did more sweeten the prey . But too late I began , For her paffion was done ; Now Amyntas ! fhe cry'd , I will never be won ; Thy tears and thy courtfhip no pity can move ...
... fure of my conqueft , I purpos'd to stay Till her free confent did more sweeten the prey . But too late I began , For her paffion was done ; Now Amyntas ! fhe cry'd , I will never be won ; Thy tears and thy courtfhip no pity can move ...
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Amyntas archery auld baith beauty blefs bleft blifs bofom bonny breaft Celia Charles Murray charms chear Chor cruel love cry'd Cuckow dear defire delight didle e'er Earl Earl Douglas ev'ry eyes faid fair fallow deer fear fenfe fhall fhepherd fhine fhould fighing filly fing flain flave fmiles foft fome fong foon forrow foul frae ftill fuch fure fwain fweet gaberlunzie happy Hark heart Hearts of oak heav'n Jenny Jock John Ochiltree Jove kifs king lafs laft lips lo'es lover LUNCARTY maid marry'd maun meikle merry mind morn mufe mufic muft ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion Phaon Piercy pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r rife rofe ſhe ſweet tarry woo tell thee thefe there's thou tocher treaſure Tune waly weel Whilft whofe wife Woo'd young
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Page 75 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Page 37 - Wi' cauk and keel' I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee. And draw a black clout o'er my ee ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
Page 45 - My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Page 35 - Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will you lodge a silly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat ; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. O wow ! quo...
Page 67 - I know thee well, an Earl thou art, Lord Piercy, so am I. But trust me, Piercy, pity it were, And great offence, to kill Any of these our harmless men'; For they have done no ill. Let thou and I the battle try. And set our men aside. Accurst be he, Lord Piercy said, By whom this is deny'd.
Page 75 - And made the fcarlet pale ? * And why did I, young witlefs maid, • Believe the flatt'ring tale ! ' That face, alas ! no more is fair, ' Thofe lips no longer red ; ' Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death,
Page 36 - Since naething's awa', as we can learn, The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn, Gae but the house, lass, and waken my bairn, And bid her come quickly ben.
Page 24 - Let him, &c. He that will not merry, merry be, With a company of jolly boys; May he be plagued with a scolding wife, To confound him with her noise. Let him, &c.
Page 45 - TDLESS'D as th' immortal gods is he, -*-' The youth who fondly fits by thee, And hears and fees thee all the while, Softly fpeak and fweetly fmile. 'Twas this...
Page 95 - Tis she does the virgins excel ; No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell : She's fairest where thousands are fair.