The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : with a Copious and Classified Index ...Jones and Company, 1834 |
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... arms , my love ( parody ) .. 374 376 I went to school with Joel Squint 382 I am a man of learning , and the ladies say I'm pretty $ 99 Oh , there vonce vas a king , and his name it vas Dick On Sunday up to Hornsey - wood ...... 380 389 ...
... arms , my love ( parody ) .. 374 376 I went to school with Joel Squint 382 I am a man of learning , and the ladies say I'm pretty $ 99 Oh , there vonce vas a king , and his name it vas Dick On Sunday up to Hornsey - wood ...... 380 389 ...
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... arms of my dear . On the green banks of Shannon when Shelah was nigh O , the moments were sad when my love and I parted 110 O , the moment was sad when my love and I parted ( a medley ) .. 91 93 137 140 159 397 15 66 O , lady fair ...
... arms of my dear . On the green banks of Shannon when Shelah was nigh O , the moments were sad when my love and I parted 110 O , the moment was sad when my love and I parted ( a medley ) .. 91 93 137 140 159 397 15 66 O , lady fair ...
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... arms through lands afar 339 Little thinks the townsman's wife 77 Loud the trump of war was blowing .. 175 286 My arm is my country's right . 24 Merrily every bosom boundeth 53 315 My father's flocks adorned the plain 79 With a dozen ...
... arms through lands afar 339 Little thinks the townsman's wife 77 Loud the trump of war was blowing .. 175 286 My arm is my country's right . 24 Merrily every bosom boundeth 53 315 My father's flocks adorned the plain 79 With a dozen ...
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... arms of an angel like thee ! Nay , stay but a moment - one moment of bliss , And smile but forgiveness to me , My love , Mary ! Smile but forgiveness to me . Nobody , sweet , can hear our sighs , Thy voice just comes on the soft air and ...
... arms of an angel like thee ! Nay , stay but a moment - one moment of bliss , And smile but forgiveness to me , My love , Mary ! Smile but forgiveness to me . Nobody , sweet , can hear our sighs , Thy voice just comes on the soft air and ...
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... arm'd them all so like reapers , They cut all their enemies down . After all , a good nose is a generous feature , To the face gives an elegant air ; It lends grace to men , is the type of good nature , And is not much dislik'd by the ...
... arm'd them all so like reapers , They cut all their enemies down . After all , a good nose is a generous feature , To the face gives an elegant air ; It lends grace to men , is the type of good nature , And is not much dislik'd by the ...
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