The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Volumen2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 páginas |
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... faithful fair The scene was more beautiful far to my eye This world is all a fleeting show To the mountain's wild echo There is a bloom that never fades The minstrel's returned from the war The banners wav'd on the castle walls That ...
... faithful fair The scene was more beautiful far to my eye This world is all a fleeting show To the mountain's wild echo There is a bloom that never fades The minstrel's returned from the war The banners wav'd on the castle walls That ...
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... faithful and vigilant eyes Were watching your movements in every direction : With the eye of an eagle when guarding his nest , MONROE saw their fav'rite New - Orleans in danger , And sent to brave Jackson the sons of the West NATIONAL ...
... faithful and vigilant eyes Were watching your movements in every direction : With the eye of an eagle when guarding his nest , MONROE saw their fav'rite New - Orleans in danger , And sent to brave Jackson the sons of the West NATIONAL ...
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... er to man did bounteous heaven impart A purer spirit or more generous heart ; - And in that heart did nature sweetly blend The patriot hero , and the faithful friend . SCOTCH SONGS . HAIL TO THE CHIEF . WORDS BY 44 NATIONAL SONGS.
... er to man did bounteous heaven impart A purer spirit or more generous heart ; - And in that heart did nature sweetly blend The patriot hero , and the faithful friend . SCOTCH SONGS . HAIL TO THE CHIEF . WORDS BY 44 NATIONAL SONGS.
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... faithful to his clan . My gallant braw John Highland man , Sing hey my braw John Highland man , Sing ho my braw John Highland man , There's not a lad in a ' the clan , Can match we my braw Highland man . With his bonnet blue and tartan ...
... faithful to his clan . My gallant braw John Highland man , Sing hey my braw John Highland man , Sing ho my braw John Highland man , There's not a lad in a ' the clan , Can match we my braw Highland man . With his bonnet blue and tartan ...
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... faithful sodger lad , Thou'rt welcome to it dearly ! For gold the merchant ploughs the main , The farmer ploughs the manor ; But glory is the sodger's prize ; The sodger's wealth is honor ; The brave poor sodger ne'er despise , Nor ...
... faithful sodger lad , Thou'rt welcome to it dearly ! For gold the merchant ploughs the main , The farmer ploughs the manor ; But glory is the sodger's prize ; The sodger's wealth is honor ; The brave poor sodger ne'er despise , Nor ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!