St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in Print |
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Then it was old father , Care , Little reck'd I of thy frown ; Half thy malice youth cou'
d bear , And the rest a bumper drown . 0 ! the days , & c . Truth they say lives in a
well , Why , I vow , I ne'er cou'd fee ; Let the water drinkers tell , There it always ...
Then it was old father , Care , Little reck'd I of thy frown ; Half thy malice youth cou'
d bear , And the rest a bumper drown . 0 ! the days , & c . Truth they say lives in a
well , Why , I vow , I ne'er cou'd fee ; Let the water drinkers tell , There it always ...
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I've courted baith Highlands and Lawlands , When I a good bargain cou'd fee ,
But there was nane that I cou'd fall on , E'er said she wou'd buckle wi ' me : A
horfe to ride on when she's weary , And cock wi ' the best the can see , And then
be ...
I've courted baith Highlands and Lawlands , When I a good bargain cou'd fee ,
But there was nane that I cou'd fall on , E'er said she wou'd buckle wi ' me : A
horfe to ride on when she's weary , And cock wi ' the best the can see , And then
be ...
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BENEATH a green shade , a lovely youngswain , Ae ev'ning reclin'd to discover
his pain ; So sad , yet so sweetly he warbled his woe , The wind ceas'd to breathe
, and the fountains to flow ; Rude winds , wi ' compassion , cou'd hear him ...
BENEATH a green shade , a lovely youngswain , Ae ev'ning reclin'd to discover
his pain ; So sad , yet so sweetly he warbled his woe , The wind ceas'd to breathe
, and the fountains to flow ; Rude winds , wi ' compassion , cou'd hear him ...
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Hard fate ! that I shou'd banish'd be , Gang heavily and mourn , Because I lov'd
the kindeft swain That ever yet was born ! O the broom , & c . He did oblige me ev'
ry hour ; Cou'd I but faithfu ' be ? He itaw my heart ; cou'd I refuse Whate'er he ...
Hard fate ! that I shou'd banish'd be , Gang heavily and mourn , Because I lov'd
the kindeft swain That ever yet was born ! O the broom , & c . He did oblige me ev'
ry hour ; Cou'd I but faithfu ' be ? He itaw my heart ; cou'd I refuse Whate'er he ...
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My milk white hands he did extol , And prais'd my fingers long and small ,, And
said , there was nae lady fair That ever cou'd with me compare . These words into
my heart did iteal , But still I turn'd my spinning wheel . Altho ? I seemingly did ...
My milk white hands he did extol , And prais'd my fingers long and small ,, And
said , there was nae lady fair That ever cou'd with me compare . These words into
my heart did iteal , But still I turn'd my spinning wheel . Altho ? I seemingly did ...
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Страница 183 - Tis pride puts a' the country down, Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee. Every land has its ain laugh, Ilk kind of corn it has its hool ; I think the warld is a' run wrang, When ilka wife her man wad rule.
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| Заглавие | St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in Print Eighteenth century collections online |
| Издател | Campbell Denovan, 1782 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 14 Дек 2006 |
| Брой страници | 324 страници |
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