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  Both the Houses have rung with the direful alarms, Of the RADS on the Tyne and the Wear being in arms; ''Tis all a sly hoax--the _Alarmists alarming_,


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id: 19221
title: The Golden Treasury Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language
author: nan
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  For thy sweet love remember''d, such wealth brings Fair sweet, how do I love thee! --This thou perceiv''st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. And like enough thou know''st thy estimate: That hath loved thee so long That hath loved thee so long Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexéd? Then, Soul, live thou upon thy servant''s loss, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, Where thou lies low and takes thy rest Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes: But if fond love thy heart can gain, Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee: Thou''rt like themselves sae lovely Let thy love in kisses rain Thou art love and life! And so thy thoughts, when Thou art gone, Shall I compare thee to a summer''s day? Shall I compare thee to a summer''s day?


id: 27129
title: Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age
author: nan
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  of Shelley, "Shall I come, sweet love, to thee" (p. From Fame''s desire, from Love''s delight retired (John Dowland) If thou long''st so much to learn, sweet boy, what ''tis to love (Campion) My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love (Campion) Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee (Campion) Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch''s glory (Wilbye) Sweet Love, I will no more abuse thee (Weelkes) Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white (Campion and Rosseter) Toss not my soul, O Love, ''twixt hope and fear (John Dowland) Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, If thou long''st so much to learn, sweet boy, what ''tis to love, When thy joys were thus at height, my love should turn from thee, Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee Had thy youth but wit to fear, thou couldst not love so dearly.


id: 22223
title: English Songs and Ballads
author: nan
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  Sing my fair Love good-morrow! COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving My ships shall bring home rich jewels for thee, For but thou amend thee of thy life, ''I pray thee,'' he said, ''good John o'' the Scales, Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land, O, stay and hear; your true love ''s coming, The dews shall weep thy fall to-night; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break; Till he said: ''I''m come hame, love, to marry thee!'' Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, And a'' is young and sweet like thee; And when at last thy love shall die, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! ''There is none I love like thee.'' Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride,


id: 21723
title: Songs of the Cattle Trail and Cow Camp
author: nan
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  Cattle Trail and Cow Camp," my friend John Lomax has performed a real has often come to me in manuscript form as an original cowboy song. came into my ballad hopper while hunting cowboy songs as a Traveling cowboy at work and at play; hear the jingle of his big bell spurs, the Saw the sun roll up the ranges like the glory of the Lord; Ride his trail--I turned--my pardner flung his arm and stretched Plain to guide as we punchers ride night-herding the little stars, No man has looped a lion''s head and lived to drag the critter dead And turned their star herds loose to roam the ranges high and dim; ''Big Boston'' lead the trail herd, through little Pitchfork''s range. You know the one you liked the best?--the hang-man laid him low,-It winds--this old forgotten cattle trail-Went rangeing o''er the old Mackenzie Trail.


id: 15370
title: Bab Ballads and Savoy Songs
author: Gilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
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  "Oh, elderly man it''s little I know Good Captain Reece, that worthy man, "Dear eyes!" said Admiral Pip, "I see The dancing man he worked away "Come, walk like this," the dancer said, Said "Pish, go away, you bad man! Go away, you delightful young man!" And said good little Tootle-Tum-Teh, A holy man appeared and said, "Oh, father," little Alice cried, "your kindness makes me weep, And pretty little Alice grew more settled in her mind, "Come, nonsense!" said good Doctor Brown, He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling, I know a youth who loves a little maid-I know a maid who loves a gallant youth, In the wonder-working days of old, Comes a train of little ladies Who loves this young lady to-day, 78 ADDRESSES TO YOUNG MEN, by the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher. 78 ADDRESSES TO YOUNG MEN, by the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher.


id: 18341
title: Come Lasses and Lads
author: nan
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  [Illustration: COME LASSES AND LADS] Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads, "And I prithee, Fiddler, play;" "The Fiddler played it false;" The Fiddler then began to play the tune again, The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, They told the Fiddler then, they''d pay him for his play, "Good-night," says DOLLY to JOHN; "Good-night," says SUE, to her sweetheart HUGH, "Good night," says everyone. Picture Books Picture Books _In square crown 4to, picture covers, with numerous coloured plates._ 13 Come Lasses and Lads Each containing four different books, with their Coloured Pictures and innumerable Outline Sketches._ Caldecott''s Picture Book No. 2 Caldecott''s Picture Book No. 2 3 Hey-Diddle-Diddle-Picture Book 4 The Panjandrum Picture Book with their Colour Pictures with their Colour Pictures LONDON Frederick Warne & Co. Ltd. _The Published Prices of the above Picture Books can be obtained of


id: 26679
title: Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6
author: nan
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  That wou''d come to the Town, tho'' the Devil knows when, What should a Young Woman do with an old Man? The Misses there have each Man''s Time, his Money, nay, his Heart, Now Miss turn Night-walker, till Lord-Mayor''s Men she meets, For thou''st not the Face with a fair Maid to lie, _fa, la_, Fair Maid, quoth he, if thou earnest Fire in thy A---_Some good Man, and let this fair Maid go_. _Some good Man, and let this fair Maid go_. Let not thy poor Heart like a Ship be tost, And drink the King''s Health in a Mug, a Mug. Come then to the Queen let the next Advance, To go home with you again, Sir. And if you meet a Lady fair, The God of Love in thy bright Eyes, Let her Looks, her Love deny me: The good old Man and''s Wife;


id: 2831
title: A Bundle of Ballads
author: nan
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  The English men had their bows ybent, their hearts were good enow; Thou shalt have thy ransom free, I hight thee here this thing, He took the dead man by the hand, and said, "Wo is me for thee! "God have mercy on his soul," said King Harry, "good Lord, if thy will "God''s curse on his heart," said fair Al-ice, "Thou art the best archer," said the King, "This word shall be holde," said Little John, "Take thy good bow in thy hand," said Robin, "Now, an thou lose thy land," said Robin, Hast thou any friends," said Robin, "What shalt thou give him, Little John?" said Robin. "When shall my day be," said the knight, "They shall not come therein," said the knight, "Have here thy gold, sir abb-ot," said the knight, "Hast thou thy land again?" said Robin, "Hast thou any green cloth," said our king,


id: 10448
title: The Anti-Slavery Harp: A Collection of Songs for Anti-Slavery Meetings
author: nan
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  To all true friends of the Slave, the Anti-Slavery Harp is While hope, to thy heart, like the rain-bow so cheering, From thy poor little blind boy, the long weary day! Once more let thy poor little blind one be pressed; Yes, trembling slaves in freedom''s land, Pray on, pray on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free. Pray on, pray on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free. Toil on, toil on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free. all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free! Guided on by thy light, freedom''s star. Let his lungs breathe our free northern air! Who shall breathe in its pure mountain air. O, deep was the anguish of the slave mother''s heart, And each wish of thy heart shall be felt as a law." That we poor souls shall all be free? The fettered slave shall yet be free. The fettered slave shall yet be free.


id: 8466
title: Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896]
author: Farmer, John Stephen
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  [27 To rob each house let a man go] [33 A good-night then to drink, wench, and ale-house--] THE SONG OF THE BEGGAR [Notes] I looke like one half dead, Sir, [Attributed to JOHN FLETCHER--a song from a collection of black-letter [5: Drink a good health [Notes]] A MORT''S DRINKING SONG [Notes] THE RUM-MORT''S PRAISE OF HER FAITHLESS MAUNDER [Notes] Thou''st had thy time, tho'' now grown old. THE SONG OF THE YOUNG PRIG [Notes] [4: pick a pocket; lay hold of notes or money] On the prigging lay to the flash-house came, [2] "NIX MY DOLL, PALS, FAKE AWAY" [Notes] THE HOUSE BREAKER''S SONG [Notes] I went the rounds proper, I tell yer; ''twas like the free run of a Bar, VILLON''S STRAIGHT TIP TO ALL CROSS COVES [Notes] _See_ Note to "The Canter''s Serenade." This song appears to be a appear in a somewhat different form as "a new song" to the time of


id: 33404
title: Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 6 of 6
author: nan
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  Whilst _Phillis_ is Drinking, Love and Wine in alliance, _A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS _Set by Mr._ J. But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy. _A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS, _Set by Mr._ J. Then let _Aurelia_ live to Day. _A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ PRINCE _in the_ Agreeable Disappointment. _A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ AYLIFF _in the Play call''d_ Love Triumphant: No Rebel e''er shall gar my Heart to Love: And fight with bonny Lads that love their Monarchy and King, _A_ SONG _in the Comedy call''d_ Sir Anthony Love: _Or_, The Rambling Tho'' your Love cannot come, let your pity appear; When _Sylvia_ was kind, and Love play''d in her Eyes, Tho'' I love and she knows it, she cares not, Know Cruel Maid, I''m God of Love, Pray Sir, let me know; Then to her new Love let her go,


id: 40048
author: Various
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  Aw own that wor Mayor rather wants a new house, wor Play-house aw like just as weel, If aw gan to Newcassel, when comes wor pay week, Ho''way and aw''ll sing thee a tune, man, ''Canny man, ye mun tell us the news, Like wor forge-hammer we bet sae true, ''Now mind ye, maw canny good man, So aw said tiv wor lad, ''Wey we''ve seen a grand seet, Od smash, now, says Geordy, thou talks like an ass! Wiv wor toon''s cheps aw''d drink away, Now just come and listen a while till aw tell, man, Just like wor skipper when we''ve a bad tide, man: And then for wor Priests we''d stand little need, man: Wiv wor canny toon wad hae gettin sae thick; Or ony thing ye like, man. O Willy, man, wor canny king, ye knaw best how to feed us-For aw''d like to see him weel, man?

title:
  The Newcastle Song Book; or, Tyne-Side Songster Being a Collection of Comic and Satirical Songs, Descriptive of Eccentric Characters, and the Manners and Customs of a Portion of the Labouring Population of Newcastle and the Neighbourhood


id: 41298
title: English Songs and Ballads
author: nan
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  Sing my fair Love good-morrow! Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving My ships shall bring home rich jewels for thee, For but thou amend thee of thy life, I pray thee, he said, good John o'' the Scales, Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land, O, stay and hear; your true love''s coming, The dews shall weep thy fall to-night; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break; Till he said: ''I''m come hame, love, to marry thee!'' Flow gently, I''ll sing thee a song in thy praise; Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, And a'' is young and sweet like thee; And when at last thy love shall die, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! ''There is none I love like thee.'' Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride,


id: 42585
title: The Ballads & Songs of Derbyshire With Illustrative Notes, and Examples of the Original Music, etc.
author: nan
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  And said, good sir, awhile rest ye, I will none of thy gold, sir prince, said Humphrey then, And said, farewell, Sir William, fair and free. If I shall dye, said the Lord Strange then, not least, his faithful friend and follower, _Little John_, is said A very good Ballad of bold _Robin Hood_, Then come hither little _John_, said _Robin Hood_, Said _Robin Hood_, Lady fair, whether away, Said _Robin Hood_, reach me that Buck, little _John_, I will not faith, said bold _Robin_; come _John_, It will be seen that in the ballad Little John is said to have been My name is John Little, a man of good mettle; Another good old Derbyshire hunting song is the following, which There I shall know who made the old man pass; Of God, nor of good man, wee stoode in little awe. Good Lord, be thou to us near!


