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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... hearts within us dance , Tarry woo ' when Celia fings , Then we're borne on pleafuré's wings : Charms around the finger throng , Angels liften to the fong : Round her all the fwains rejoice , Nought fo fweet as Celia's voice .. Happy is ...
... hearts within us dance , Tarry woo ' when Celia fings , Then we're borne on pleafuré's wings : Charms around the finger throng , Angels liften to the fong : Round her all the fwains rejoice , Nought fo fweet as Celia's voice .. Happy is ...
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... heart Charlie . Oh ! & c . And when he comes hame , the lays on the lads , She calls the laffes baith bitches and jads , And me my ainfel , an auld cuckold carlie . Oh ! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly . VI . The new way of MAGGY ...
... heart Charlie . Oh ! & c . And when he comes hame , the lays on the lads , She calls the laffes baith bitches and jads , And me my ainfel , an auld cuckold carlie . Oh ! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly . VI . The new way of MAGGY ...
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... heart : His blythe and bonny parts , His witty gilded tongue , Wou'd ravish all the hearts Of virgins fair and young . Well , Jemmy , fince I find That to me thou art true , For ever I'll be kind , And conftant unto you . Then to the ...
... heart : His blythe and bonny parts , His witty gilded tongue , Wou'd ravish all the hearts Of virgins fair and young . Well , Jemmy , fince I find That to me thou art true , For ever I'll be kind , And conftant unto you . Then to the ...
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... heart , When trembling and pale you approach the fair fhe , May foe fcornfully answer , By Jove I'll be free . May fhe fcornfully answer , & c . But give me the man that can live without feint ; ( For natural beauty is far beyond paint ...
... heart , When trembling and pale you approach the fair fhe , May foe fcornfully answer , By Jove I'll be free . May fhe fcornfully answer , & c . But give me the man that can live without feint ; ( For natural beauty is far beyond paint ...
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... heart . I grafp her hands gently , look languishing down , And , by paffionate filence , I make my love known , But oh how I'm bleft , when fo kind the does prove , By fome willing mistake to difcover her love ; When in ftriving to hide ...
... heart . I grafp her hands gently , look languishing down , And , by paffionate filence , I make my love known , But oh how I'm bleft , when fo kind the does prove , By fome willing mistake to difcover her love ; When in ftriving to hide ...
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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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Страница 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...
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Страница 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,
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
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