The British minstrel; A choice collection of modern songs. 2 pt. [in 1 vol. With a general title-leaf The British minstrel, a choice collection of popular songs].1848 |
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... water . Loudly they talked of his money that's gone , And his lady began to upbraid him ; But little he reck'd , so ... Allan Ramsay . Music - at Duncomb's , Middle - Row , Holborn O Bessy Bell an ' Mary Gray They are twa bonnie lasses ...
... water . Loudly they talked of his money that's gone , And his lady began to upbraid him ; But little he reck'd , so ... Allan Ramsay . Music - at Duncomb's , Middle - Row , Holborn O Bessy Bell an ' Mary Gray They are twa bonnie lasses ...
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... Allan water Barney Bralleghan's courtship 128 Battle song 138 Bells upon the wind Beware Blue - eyed Mary Bonja song 153 Bonnie wee wife Bruce's address Corporal Casey . Domestic disappointment Drown it in the bowl Dublin sights Dunois ...
... Allan water Barney Bralleghan's courtship 128 Battle song 138 Bells upon the wind Beware Blue - eyed Mary Bonja song 153 Bonnie wee wife Bruce's address Corporal Casey . Domestic disappointment Drown it in the bowl Dublin sights Dunois ...
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... Allan water , None so gay as she . On the banks of Allan water , When brown autumn spread its store , There I saw the Miller's daughter , But she smil'd no more . For the summer grief had brought her And her soldier false was he ; On ...
... Allan water , None so gay as she . On the banks of Allan water , When brown autumn spread its store , There I saw the Miller's daughter , But she smil'd no more . For the summer grief had brought her And her soldier false was he ; On ...
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... Allan water , There a corse lay she . MY POOR DOG TRAY . Music - at Wybrow's . On the green banks of Shannon , when Shelah was nigh , No blythe Irish lad was so happy as I , No harp like my own could so cheerily play , And wherever I ...
... Allan water , There a corse lay she . MY POOR DOG TRAY . Music - at Wybrow's . On the green banks of Shannon , when Shelah was nigh , No blythe Irish lad was so happy as I , No harp like my own could so cheerily play , And wherever I ...
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Allan water auld lang syne beauty bells black crows boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom bowl boys brave bright charms cheer countreman cried dance dear delight drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair farewell flower fond frae girl give green happy Hark hear heart Holborn John pie kiss lads lal lal lal land lass life's live love thee maid merrily merry Middle-Row Monro and May's morn Music Music-at Duncomb's Music-at Messrs Music-at Wybrow's Music-at Z. T. Purday's ne'er never night nose Numps o'er Old King Cole pleasure poor Rathbone Place Ri too ral Rose Rule Britannia sail sailor shore sigh sing sleep smile Soho Square song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tear tell there's thine thou thought Twas waves weel wife wind wine wish young youth
Popular passages
Page 17 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 62 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 17 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the...
Page 189 - As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o
Page 173 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 18 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 192 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Page 107 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 172 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Page 189 - 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' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...