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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... heart Deep in a vale a cottage stood Dear husband , take nojealous flights .. Do not my eyes , when I gaze on each feature .. Dear Marian , meek - eyed , placid maid .. Dear Chloe , come , give me sweet kisses Down by the river there ...
... heart Deep in a vale a cottage stood Dear husband , take nojealous flights .. Do not my eyes , when I gaze on each feature .. Dear Marian , meek - eyed , placid maid .. Dear Chloe , come , give me sweet kisses Down by the river there ...
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... heart with love is beating 401 The rose and the lily their beauties combining ..... To her daughter , t'other day . 226 248 My first and my only love , fall waves before thee 417 Turn to me , love , those lips once more .. 260 No ...
... heart with love is beating 401 The rose and the lily their beauties combining ..... To her daughter , t'other day . 226 248 My first and my only love , fall waves before thee 417 Turn to me , love , those lips once more .. 260 No ...
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... hearts of oak 318 My lad's a braw and bonnie lad 213 Sadly Jane sat weaving willow 358 My heart is sair I darena tell ... 236 Tom Steady owned each bland sensation .. 28 My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not here . 322 The ...
... hearts of oak 318 My lad's a braw and bonnie lad 213 Sadly Jane sat weaving willow 358 My heart is sair I darena tell ... 236 Tom Steady owned each bland sensation .. 28 My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not here . 322 The ...
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... heart at ease God save great George , our king Here's the bower she loved so much Hark , I hear the bugles ring ... Had I a heart for falsehood framed Hail to the cold and clouded beam .. How oft , without or help or guide ....... Hope ...
... heart at ease God save great George , our king Here's the bower she loved so much Hark , I hear the bugles ring ... Had I a heart for falsehood framed Hail to the cold and clouded beam .. How oft , without or help or guide ....... Hope ...
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... heart is seen ; He kneels and he swears what he never can mean , While our meek female saints with their fine curling tresses , Go to church or to chapel to exhibit their dresses . Oh , the fashion , & c . Now you'll say I look funny ...
... heart is seen ; He kneels and he swears what he never can mean , While our meek female saints with their fine curling tresses , Go to church or to chapel to exhibit their dresses . Oh , the fashion , & c . Now you'll say I look funny ...
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