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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... pretty girls , those pretty girls 408 O , heed not love's sigh .. 159 O , there are moments dear and bright ... 159 O , this love , this love , this love .... 178 O , not when other eyes may read 209 They made her a grave too cold and ...
... pretty girls , those pretty girls 408 O , heed not love's sigh .. 159 O , there are moments dear and bright ... 159 O , this love , this love , this love .... 178 O , not when other eyes may read 209 They made her a grave too cold and ...
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... pretty I never shall forget the days in which I was a rover I sing , I sing of good times older ... It was one winter's day about six in the morn .... In London I never knew what to be at .... 424 Oh , what a change , all England now ...
... pretty I never shall forget the days in which I was a rover I sing , I sing of good times older ... It was one winter's day about six in the morn .... In London I never knew what to be at .... 424 Oh , what a change , all England now ...
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... pretty mag , mag The tide it will serve and the weather is fine Tom Gobble was a grocer's son 322 325 334 They may talk of their Margates and Ramsgates so gay 347 Thimble's scolding wife lay dead ... 376 ' Twas summer time when Nan and ...
... pretty mag , mag The tide it will serve and the weather is fine Tom Gobble was a grocer's son 322 325 334 They may talk of their Margates and Ramsgates so gay 347 Thimble's scolding wife lay dead ... 376 ' Twas summer time when Nan and ...
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... pretty a youth .... I'm a joiner by trade , and O'Chisel's my name In Ireland , that pretty place 348 355 364 165 Love and whiskey both ... 52 197 Love's a plague by night and by day ... 80 From night till morn 1 take my glass 282 ...
... pretty a youth .... I'm a joiner by trade , and O'Chisel's my name In Ireland , that pretty place 348 355 364 165 Love and whiskey both ... 52 197 Love's a plague by night and by day ... 80 From night till morn 1 take my glass 282 ...
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... pretty Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives with- Robin Adair ; What made the ball so fine ? What made the assembly shine ? O , it was- The rum old Commodore , The battered old Commodore ; For the bullets and the gout ...
... pretty Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives with- Robin Adair ; What made the ball so fine ? What made the assembly shine ? O , it was- The rum old Commodore , The battered old Commodore ; For the bullets and the gout ...
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