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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... merry merry be 46 Here , Bacchus , here's to thee ... 85 Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen 206 Had Neptune , when first he took charge of the sea 252 Wine , thou source of all my pleasure COMIC . At the peaceful midnight hour ...
... merry merry be 46 Here , Bacchus , here's to thee ... 85 Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen 206 Had Neptune , when first he took charge of the sea 252 Wine , thou source of all my pleasure COMIC . At the peaceful midnight hour ...
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... merry Tom Brag scorned the conjugal yoke 54 7 ....... Oh , when my farm is taken 71 19 Old Owen lived on the brow of a hill 85 36 Oh , had it been my fate , dear Nan 90 58 Oh ! what a story the papers have been telling us 97 67 69 68 Of ...
... merry Tom Brag scorned the conjugal yoke 54 7 ....... Oh , when my farm is taken 71 19 Old Owen lived on the brow of a hill 85 36 Oh , had it been my fate , dear Nan 90 58 Oh ! what a story the papers have been telling us 97 67 69 68 Of ...
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... merry , merry Bow - church bells Dear maid , by every hope of bliss . Faintly as tolls the evening chime .. For whom do you sigh ? Fly , neighbours , fly 369 Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt , O Hail to our chiefnow he's ...
... merry , merry Bow - church bells Dear maid , by every hope of bliss . Faintly as tolls the evening chime .. For whom do you sigh ? Fly , neighbours , fly 369 Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt , O Hail to our chiefnow he's ...
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... merry and frisky When I was a chicken as high as a hen .... 339 359 Merry sounds the drum and merry sounds the fife 156 March to the battle field .... 237 429 No more the trumpet's martial sound 309 Ye lasses and bucks , come leave off ...
... merry and frisky When I was a chicken as high as a hen .... 339 359 Merry sounds the drum and merry sounds the fife 156 March to the battle field .... 237 429 No more the trumpet's martial sound 309 Ye lasses and bucks , come leave off ...
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... merry England 355 Ye blithest lads and lasses gay ... 5 412 Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon .......... 63 Braw , braw lads , on Yarrow braes .. 73 Charley is my darling .... 224 Young Donald is the blithest lad .. 202 Fiddlers , your ...
... merry England 355 Ye blithest lads and lasses gay ... 5 412 Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon .......... 63 Braw , braw lads , on Yarrow braes .. 73 Charley is my darling .... 224 Young Donald is the blithest lad .. 202 Fiddlers , your ...
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