Magazine of Wit and American Harmonist: Containing a Collection of the Most Admired Anecdotes, and a Variety of the Best Songs, Chiefly Composed in Honour of the Naval and Military Victories Gained During the Late War : Embellished with a Representation of Perry's VictoryM'Carty & Davis, 204 Market St., 1821 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... round America coasted , Till Hull taught the foe what our seamen could do . Let the trumpet of Fame tell the story , And our tars give to honour and glory ; Hark ! hark ! how the cannon like thunder does rattle , See our heroes quite ...
... round America coasted , Till Hull taught the foe what our seamen could do . Let the trumpet of Fame tell the story , And our tars give to honour and glory ; Hark ! hark ! how the cannon like thunder does rattle , See our heroes quite ...
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... round liberty's altar ; United we swear by the souls of the brave ! Not one from the strong resolution shall faulter , To live independent or sink to the grave ! Then freemen fill up - lo ! the strip'd banners flying , The high bird of ...
... round liberty's altar ; United we swear by the souls of the brave ! Not one from the strong resolution shall faulter , To live independent or sink to the grave ! Then freemen fill up - lo ! the strip'd banners flying , The high bird of ...
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... round me the leaves were de- scending , And lonely the wood - pecker peck'd on the tree ; Whilst thousands their freedom and rights were de- fending , The din of their arms sounded dismal to me ; For Sandy , my love , was engag'd in the ...
... round me the leaves were de- scending , And lonely the wood - pecker peck'd on the tree ; Whilst thousands their freedom and rights were de- fending , The din of their arms sounded dismal to me ; For Sandy , my love , was engag'd in the ...
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... round with turnips . I like a piece of the brown , but my wife , she always tucks me off with the knuckle bone or the showlder - blade , or a piece of the dry flap , to the tune of Mr. Barney leave the girls alone ! ( repeat ) Why don't ...
... round with turnips . I like a piece of the brown , but my wife , she always tucks me off with the knuckle bone or the showlder - blade , or a piece of the dry flap , to the tune of Mr. Barney leave the girls alone ! ( repeat ) Why don't ...
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... round ; And should a footstep haply stray , Where caution marks the guarded way , ' Who goes there ? Stranger quickly tell ! ' A friend , ' the word- good night , all's well . ' Or sailing on the midnight deep , While weary messmates ...
... round ; And should a footstep haply stray , Where caution marks the guarded way , ' Who goes there ? Stranger quickly tell ! ' A friend , ' the word- good night , all's well . ' Or sailing on the midnight deep , While weary messmates ...
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Стр. 96 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ; " She is won ! we are gone ! over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Стр. 95 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 124 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Стр. 89 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Стр. 134 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Стр. 81 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming ? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Стр. 94 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 89 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Стр. 123 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet...
Стр. 141 - Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly, Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.