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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... night : No intruding rival e'er Shall Jemmy's love molest , ' Tis he alone's my care , And dwells within my breast . When first that we did meet , Cupid he play'd his part ; Young Jemmy's kiffes fweet Soon ftole away my heart : His ...
... night : No intruding rival e'er Shall Jemmy's love molest , ' Tis he alone's my care , And dwells within my breast . When first that we did meet , Cupid he play'd his part ; Young Jemmy's kiffes fweet Soon ftole away my heart : His ...
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... night and day , To find my struggling fenfes . In an angry mood I found old time , With pentateuch of tenses ; When me he fpies , Away he flies ; For time will stay for no man ; In vain with cries I rend the skies ; For pity is not ...
... night and day , To find my struggling fenfes . In an angry mood I found old time , With pentateuch of tenses ; When me he fpies , Away he flies ; For time will stay for no man ; In vain with cries I rend the skies ; For pity is not ...
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... night .. And then as foon as chearful day verb . Difpels the gloomy fhades away , Forth to the foreft I'll repair , And find provifion for my fair .. Thus will I fpend the day and night , Still mixing labour with delight , Regarding ...
... night .. And then as foon as chearful day verb . Difpels the gloomy fhades away , Forth to the foreft I'll repair , And find provifion for my fair .. Thus will I fpend the day and night , Still mixing labour with delight , Regarding ...
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... night ; All's dark without my Peggy . When zephyrs on the vi'let blows , Or breathes upon the damaík rose , They do not half the fweets disclose , As does my lovely Peggy . I ftole a kifs the other day , And , truft me , nought but ...
... night ; All's dark without my Peggy . When zephyrs on the vi'let blows , Or breathes upon the damaík rose , They do not half the fweets disclose , As does my lovely Peggy . I ftole a kifs the other day , And , truft me , nought but ...
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... night was cauld , the carle was wat , And down ayont the ingle he fat ; My doughter's fhoulders he ' gan to clap , And cadgily ranted and fang , O wow ! quo ' he , were I as free As firft when I faw this country , How blyth and merry ...
... night was cauld , the carle was wat , And down ayont the ingle he fat ; My doughter's fhoulders he ' gan to clap , And cadgily ranted and fang , O wow ! quo ' he , were I as free As firft when I faw this country , How blyth and merry ...
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Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
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...
Страница 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.
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...
Страница 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.