Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient balladsF. C. and J. Rivington, 1819 - Ballads, English |
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When day was come , and night was gone , And all men wak'd from sleep , Sweet
William to his lady said , My dear , I've cause to weep : I dream'd a dream , my
dear lady , Such dreams are never good ; • I dream'd my bower was full of red ...
When day was come , and night was gone , And all men wak'd from sleep , Sweet
William to his lady said , My dear , I've cause to weep : I dream'd a dream , my
dear lady , Such dreams are never good ; • I dream'd my bower was full of red ...
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But at last there came commandment For to set all ladies free , With their jewels
still adorned , None to do them injury . O , ( then said this lady gay ) ' full woe is
me ! • O let me still sustain this kind captivity ! 6 Gallant captain , show some pity ...
But at last there came commandment For to set all ladies free , With their jewels
still adorned , None to do them injury . O , ( then said this lady gay ) ' full woe is
me ! • O let me still sustain this kind captivity ! 6 Gallant captain , show some pity ...
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Little Musgrave came to the church - door , The priest he was at mass ; But he
had more mind of the fair womèn , Than he had of our lady's grace . The one of
them was clad in green , The other was clad in pall ; And then came in my Lord ...
Little Musgrave came to the church - door , The priest he was at mass ; But he
had more mind of the fair womèn , Than he had of our lady's grace . The one of
them was clad in green , The other was clad in pall ; And then came in my Lord ...
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Quoth he , ' I thank ye , lady fair , - This kindness you show to me ; • And whether
it be to my weal or woe , • This night will I lig with thee . ' All this was heard by a
little tiny page , By his lady's coach as he ran : Quoth he , though I am my lady's ...
Quoth he , ' I thank ye , lady fair , - This kindness you show to me ; • And whether
it be to my weal or woe , • This night will I lig with thee . ' All this was heard by a
little tiny page , By his lady's coach as he ran : Quoth he , though I am my lady's ...
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And I myself , a lady gay , * Bedeck'd with gorgeous rich array i * The bravest lady
in the land * Had not more pleasure at command . * I had my music every day , •
Harmonious lessons for to play ; I had my virgins fair and free , • Continually to ...
And I myself , a lady gay , * Bedeck'd with gorgeous rich array i * The bravest lady
in the land * Had not more pleasure at command . * I had my music every day , •
Harmonious lessons for to play ; I had my virgins fair and free , • Continually to ...
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Page 137 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Page 162 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 135 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. "Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Page 215 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 216 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Page 108 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Page 378 - Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late, Elizabeth And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Page 19 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline: Thine's a summer, mine's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Page 214 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Page 215 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.