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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... 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 , Harry , no , I will not wed ..... 61 ...
... 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 , Harry , no , I will not wed ..... 61 ...
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... rose .. O , we're a ' noddin , nid nid noddin 190 ' Twas night when the bell had tolled twelve 310 The gallant ship was under weigh 310 308 O , ken ye what Meg o ' the Mill has gotten O , Charlie is my darling .......... 208 223 224 ...
... rose .. O , we're a ' noddin , nid nid noddin 190 ' Twas night when the bell had tolled twelve 310 The gallant ship was under weigh 310 308 O , ken ye what Meg o ' the Mill has gotten O , Charlie is my darling .......... 208 223 224 ...
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... rose of summer 154 Come hither , come hither , the silver light 420 Than envied monarchs happier still .. 146 Deep in a dungeon , stretched on straw ... 214 Dear object of defeated care ....... Deeply still , without a motion ... 281 ...
... rose of summer 154 Come hither , come hither , the silver light 420 Than envied monarchs happier still .. 146 Deep in a dungeon , stretched on straw ... 214 Dear object of defeated care ....... Deeply still , without a motion ... 281 ...
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... rose in a crystal stream , For thy face , love , is bathed in the moolight gleam ! And , oh ! could my kisses like stream - circles rise , To dip in thy dimples and spread round thine eyes ! How sweet to be lost in a night such as this ...
... rose in a crystal stream , For thy face , love , is bathed in the moolight gleam ! And , oh ! could my kisses like stream - circles rise , To dip in thy dimples and spread round thine eyes ! How sweet to be lost in a night such as this ...
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... ROSES . Moncrieff . ) THOUGH dimpled cheeks may give the light , Where rival beauties blossom , Though balmy lips to love invite To ecstasy the bosom ; Yet sweeter far yon summer sky , Whose blushing tint discloses , Give me the lustre ...
... ROSES . Moncrieff . ) THOUGH dimpled cheeks may give the light , Where rival beauties blossom , Though balmy lips to love invite To ecstasy the bosom ; Yet sweeter far yon summer sky , Whose blushing tint discloses , Give me the lustre ...
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