The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Volumen2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 páginas |
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... round , a round A glass is good and a 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 ...
... round , a round A glass is good and a 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 ...
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... round the glass Couldst thou look as dear as when Brave sons of the West But are you sure the news is true Blow high , blow low , let tempests tear By the side of yon streamlet there grows Ben Backstay was a boatswain Come strike the ...
... round the glass Couldst thou look as dear as when Brave sons of the West But are you sure the news is true Blow high , blow low , let tempests tear By the side of yon streamlet there grows Ben Backstay was a boatswain Come strike the ...
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... round me the leaves were To the sages who spoke , to the heroes who bled The Hunters of Kentucky The moon was fair , the skies were clear The sun has gone down o'er the lofty Benlomond Tell me are ye sleepin ' Maggie The lovely moon had ...
... round me the leaves were To the sages who spoke , to the heroes who bled The Hunters of Kentucky The moon was fair , the skies were clear The sun has gone down o'er the lofty Benlomond Tell me are ye sleepin ' Maggie The lovely moon had ...
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... round the bellied sail , And frightened waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , The dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee , And smile to see thy splendors fly , In triumph , o'er his ...
... round the bellied sail , And frightened waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , The dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee , And smile to see thy splendors fly , In triumph , o'er his ...
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... round , Swell with the joyous sound , And hill and vale in the anthem rejoice . wwwwana COLUMBIAN INDEPENDENCE . WAKE , Columbia ! wake the lyre , Touch the silver chords with fire ; Bid the holy flames arise , Mounting swiftly to the ...
... round , Swell with the joyous sound , And hill and vale in the anthem rejoice . wwwwana COLUMBIAN INDEPENDENCE . WAKE , Columbia ! wake the lyre , Touch the silver chords with fire ; Bid the holy flames arise , Mounting swiftly to the ...
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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!