The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Volume 2 |
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... Soon as the sun his early ray She walks in beauty like the night 183 184 225 271 300 - 303 Sweetly on the wings of morning 310 There's news from Moidart cam ' yestreen This love how it plagues me young Ellen The breaking waves dash'd ...
... Soon as the sun his early ray She walks in beauty like the night 183 184 225 271 300 - 303 Sweetly on the wings of morning 310 There's news from Moidart cam ' yestreen This love how it plagues me young Ellen The breaking waves dash'd ...
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... soon may it shine , The sun of Liberty . Welcome , welcome , La Fayette , Thou art good and thou art great , Welcome , welcome , to our state- Happy may'st thou be . Sons and daughters long shall tell , None did ever thee excel ...
... soon may it shine , The sun of Liberty . Welcome , welcome , La Fayette , Thou art good and thou art great , Welcome , welcome , to our state- Happy may'st thou be . Sons and daughters long shall tell , None did ever thee excel ...
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... soon an express all my sorrow suspended , My thanks to the Father of mercies ascended , My shepherd was safe , and my country defended , By freedom's brave sons on the banks of Champlain I wip'd from my eye the big tear that had started ...
... soon an express all my sorrow suspended , My thanks to the Father of mercies ascended , My shepherd was safe , and my country defended , By freedom's brave sons on the banks of Champlain I wip'd from my eye the big tear that had started ...
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... soon his schemes repented ; For we with rifles ready cock'd , Thought such occasion lucky , And soon around the general flock'd The hunters of Kentucky . Oh , Kentucky , & c . You've heard , I s'pose , how New Orleans Is fam'd for ...
... soon his schemes repented ; For we with rifles ready cock'd , Thought such occasion lucky , And soon around the general flock'd The hunters of Kentucky . Oh , Kentucky , & c . You've heard , I s'pose , how New Orleans Is fam'd for ...
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... soon gar mony farlie , For ships of war hae just come in , And landed Royal Charlie ; Come thro ' the heather , Around him gither , Ye're a ' the welcomer early ; Come round him 50 SCOTCH SONGS . There's news from Moidart cam' yestreen.
... soon gar mony farlie , For ships of war hae just come in , And landed Royal Charlie ; Come thro ' the heather , Around him gither , Ye're a ' the welcomer early ; Come round him 50 SCOTCH SONGS . There's news from Moidart cam' yestreen.
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Common terms and phrases
adieu arms auld lang syne Balloch banners Bay of Biscay blow blue bonnie lassie bosom bottle boys brave braw John breast knots bright Charlie charms cheek cheer cried dear Derry Dicky drink drum e'er ev'ry fair fame fear fight flowers Fol de riddle frae gallant girl glass glory grave heart Heaven Heigho Highland horn Jack John Anderson Kentucky kiss laddie lady land lass Lochinvar maid merrily merry morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy pibroch poor riddle lol roar Rob Roy Macgregor rose round Roy's wife sail sailor Sally Brown Scotland shellelagh shore sigh sing smile sodger soldier SONGS soon soul sound sprig Star-spangled Banner sure sweet tear tell thee thine thou thro trepan Troubadour true TUNE Twas wave wind wwwwwww Yankee young young Jessie
Popular passages
Page 73 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 175 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 30 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 268 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Page 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 75 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!