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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... wish , my jovial hearts . 421 Come , ladies and gents , I've a song ready made .... Come , all you heroes that delight 23 23 20 We'll then with jovial spirits join 23 When I'm dead , on my tombstone I hope they will say With an honest ...
... wish , my jovial hearts . 421 Come , ladies and gents , I've a song ready made .... Come , all you heroes that delight 23 23 20 We'll then with jovial spirits join 23 When I'm dead , on my tombstone I hope they will say With an honest ...
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... wish , for , if you do your best , the best can do no more .'- Permit me to blow my nose first , and I'll begin directly .'- ( Singing , snuffling . ) A master I have , and I am his man , Galloping dreary dall , And he'll get a wife as ...
... wish , for , if you do your best , the best can do no more .'- Permit me to blow my nose first , and I'll begin directly .'- ( Singing , snuffling . ) A master I have , and I am his man , Galloping dreary dall , And he'll get a wife as ...
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... wish to hear your song . ' --Sir , I'll sing with all my heart , liver , and lights ; I'll sing you the echo song out of Comus , with my own accompaniments , for when a man accom- panies himself , he's sure to do it in the right key ...
... wish to hear your song . ' --Sir , I'll sing with all my heart , liver , and lights ; I'll sing you the echo song out of Comus , with my own accompaniments , for when a man accom- panies himself , he's sure to do it in the right key ...
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... wish I was at home in my bed ! — Oh , that was a hundred miles off ! - Mercy upon my shins ! -Oh , will nobody throw me over- board ? Avast , there ! -Ah , my poor dear pat- tern - cap's blown into the pond ! -Oh , my soul ! what a ...
... wish I was at home in my bed ! — Oh , that was a hundred miles off ! - Mercy upon my shins ! -Oh , will nobody throw me over- board ? Avast , there ! -Ah , my poor dear pat- tern - cap's blown into the pond ! -Oh , my soul ! what a ...
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... wish you may die an old maid . You may wish what you please , yet still I do not choose To give my hand away and be called Mistress Goose . SPOKEN . ] Now at a ball or play how ridiculous it would be to hear the company whisper- " Who ...
... wish you may die an old maid . You may wish what you please , yet still I do not choose To give my hand away and be called Mistress Goose . SPOKEN . ] Now at a ball or play how ridiculous it would be to hear the company whisper- " Who ...
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