The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companion |
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... sound , The colours they are flying , boys ; To fight , kill , or wound , May we still be found Content , with our hard fare , my boys , On the cold ground . Why , soldiers , why Should we be melancholy , boys ? Why , soldiers , why ...
... sound , The colours they are flying , boys ; To fight , kill , or wound , May we still be found Content , with our hard fare , my boys , On the cold ground . Why , soldiers , why Should we be melancholy , boys ? Why , soldiers , why ...
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... sounds to our shores : Then peaceful again to their home , Shall the patriot warriors come ; No more the fair cheek shall with tears be impearl'd , But the banner of peace stand for ever unfurl'd . THE BRAVE OLD OAK . A SONG to the Oak ...
... sounds to our shores : Then peaceful again to their home , Shall the patriot warriors come ; No more the fair cheek shall with tears be impearl'd , But the banner of peace stand for ever unfurl'd . THE BRAVE OLD OAK . A SONG to the Oak ...
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... sound to hear , When the squire's wide hall , and the cottage small Were filled with good English cheer . Now gold hath the sway , we all obey , And a ruthless king is he , But he never shall send , our ancient friend , To be tossed on ...
... sound to hear , When the squire's wide hall , and the cottage small Were filled with good English cheer . Now gold hath the sway , we all obey , And a ruthless king is he , But he never shall send , our ancient friend , To be tossed on ...
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... sounds So familiar to his ear ; And the soldier lean'd upon his sword , And wip'd away a tear . Beside the cottage porch A girl was on her knees , She held aloft a snowy scarf Which flutter'd in the breeze : She breath'd a prayer for ...
... sounds So familiar to his ear ; And the soldier lean'd upon his sword , And wip'd away a tear . Beside the cottage porch A girl was on her knees , She held aloft a snowy scarf Which flutter'd in the breeze : She breath'd a prayer for ...
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... sound of vesper bell ; In the starry light of the summer night , On the banks of the blue Moselle . If the cares of life should shade my brow , Yes , yes , in our native bowers ; My lute and harp might best accord , To tell of happier ...
... sound of vesper bell ; In the starry light of the summer night , On the banks of the blue Moselle . If the cares of life should shade my brow , Yes , yes , in our native bowers ; My lute and harp might best accord , To tell of happier ...
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Adam Bell adieu Allan water auld lang syne Bay of Biscay beauty bell bless blest blow blue boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane cried Cushendall dear death drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair flower Gravesend green hand happy Hark hath head hear heard heart hearts of oak kiss lady land larning lass live Llangollen loo ral look look'd lov'd love thee love's lover maid meet merrily merry merry England morning ne'er never night nose Number o'er Paddy peace pleasure poor queen Ri too ral roam rose Rule Britannia Sambo shore sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tear tell there's thine thou thought Tol de rol Troubadour Twas twill waves wife wild wind wine young
Popular passages
Page 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, 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.
Page 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 47 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Page 14 - 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...
Page 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Page 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 378 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Page 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...