The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : with a Copious and Classified Index ...Jones and Company, 1834 |
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... hands a - hoy to the anchor Come here , ye rich , come here , ye great .... Come , let the bottle go round 433 75 ... hand and content on the other Resplendent gleamed the ample moon 183 266 While philosophic mania rage . 315 Standing ...
... hands a - hoy to the anchor Come here , ye rich , come here , ye great .... Come , let the bottle go round 433 75 ... hand and content on the other Resplendent gleamed the ample moon 183 266 While philosophic mania rage . 315 Standing ...
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... hand , And kiss but that hand to me , My love , Mary ' Kiss but that hand to me ! Gently awake , and gently arise ! Oh , for a kiss to unclose thine eyes ; The vapour of sleep should fly softly the while , As the breath on thy looking ...
... hand , And kiss but that hand to me , My love , Mary ' Kiss but that hand to me ! Gently awake , and gently arise ! Oh , for a kiss to unclose thine eyes ; The vapour of sleep should fly softly the while , As the breath on thy looking ...
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... hand in hand , To each other firin stand ; Let's be merry and put a good face on . What mortal can boast So noble a toast As a free and an accepted mason . L's FOR LUBIN AND FOR LOVE . ( Dibdin . ) A KERNAL from an apple - core One day ...
... hand in hand , To each other firin stand ; Let's be merry and put a good face on . What mortal can boast So noble a toast As a free and an accepted mason . L's FOR LUBIN AND FOR LOVE . ( Dibdin . ) A KERNAL from an apple - core One day ...
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... hand , and a pot - lid in t'other . There I met wi ' a summut seem'd made for a man , I'd ha ' sworn ' twere a monkey , but tail it had none ; His face , for shirt - collar , I hardly could see , But his shirt were all dickey , -that's ...
... hand , and a pot - lid in t'other . There I met wi ' a summut seem'd made for a man , I'd ha ' sworn ' twere a monkey , but tail it had none ; His face , for shirt - collar , I hardly could see , But his shirt were all dickey , -that's ...
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... hand at spouting ; With table - cloth for cloak , ' Gad I prove it is no joke , That I cut out am to be a tragic ... hands , and squeezing her , exclaimed , " Oh , that this too , too solid flesh would melt ; " down ran the grease all ...
... hand at spouting ; With table - cloth for cloak , ' Gad I prove it is no joke , That I cut out am to be a tragic ... hands , and squeezing her , exclaimed , " Oh , that this too , too solid flesh would melt ; " down ran the grease all ...
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