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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... whose ravish'd fenfes throng Celia's beauties , and her fong Though a fimple shepherd I , Mighty kings I don't envy ; I am happier than a king , Whilst I hear my Celia fing , But when Celia fings adieu , In the fong of Tarry , woo ...
... whose ravish'd fenfes throng Celia's beauties , and her fong Though a fimple shepherd I , Mighty kings I don't envy ; I am happier than a king , Whilst I hear my Celia fing , But when Celia fings adieu , In the fong of Tarry , woo ...
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... Whose brains were of cork , and his forehead of brass ; By game he was galloping through his estate , And mis'ry attended his fad finking state . O place me kind heav'n ! in what ftation you please , So my body be in health , and my ...
... Whose brains were of cork , and his forehead of brass ; By game he was galloping through his estate , And mis'ry attended his fad finking state . O place me kind heav'n ! in what ftation you please , So my body be in health , and my ...
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... the other fide . A large cloth - yard and more . So thus did both thefe nobles die , Whose courage none could stain , An English archer then perceiv'd His noble lord was flain ; He had a bow bent in his hand , Made ( 69 )
... the other fide . A large cloth - yard and more . So thus did both thefe nobles die , Whose courage none could stain , An English archer then perceiv'd His noble lord was flain ; He had a bow bent in his hand , Made ( 69 )
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... Whose aim is alone their coffers to fill , As all his concern's to bring grift to his mill . He eats when he's hungry , and drinks when he's dry , And down when he's weary contented does lie , Then rifes up chearful to work and to fing ...
... Whose aim is alone their coffers to fill , As all his concern's to bring grift to his mill . He eats when he's hungry , and drinks when he's dry , And down when he's weary contented does lie , Then rifes up chearful to work and to fing ...
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... whose bosom No head - ftrong paffion knows ; Her days in joy the paffes , Her nights in fweet repofe . Where e'er her fancy leads her , No pain , no fear invades her ; But pleasure , Without measure ,. From ev'ry object flows . N vain I ...
... whose bosom No head - ftrong paffion knows ; Her days in joy the paffes , Her nights in fweet repofe . Where e'er her fancy leads her , No pain , no fear invades her ; But pleasure , Without measure ,. From ev'ry object flows . N vain I ...
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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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