The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2Gaylord, 1835 - Всего страниц: 312 |
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... Paddy O'Flannagan set out one morning ' Twas at the town of nate Clogheen There's an isle clasp'd by waves This bleak and chilly morning The gray eye of morning was dear to my youth The sun from the east tips the mountains To the chase ...
... Paddy O'Flannagan set out one morning ' Twas at the town of nate Clogheen There's an isle clasp'd by waves This bleak and chilly morning The gray eye of morning was dear to my youth The sun from the east tips the mountains To the chase ...
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... PADDY THE PIPER . WHEN I was a boy in my fatoer s mud edifice , Tender and bare as a pig in a stye , Out at the door as I look'd with a steady phiz : Who but Pat Murphy the piper came by ! Says Paddy , but few play this music , can you ...
... PADDY THE PIPER . WHEN I was a boy in my fatoer s mud edifice , Tender and bare as a pig in a stye , Out at the door as I look'd with a steady phiz : Who but Pat Murphy the piper came by ! Says Paddy , but few play this music , can you ...
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... Paddy my friend , don't you mean to come up ? He was dead as a nail in the door , Poor Paddy was laid on the shelf , So I took up his pipes on the shore , And now I've set up for myself , With my fara lara , to be sure I have not got ...
... Paddy my friend , don't you mean to come up ? He was dead as a nail in the door , Poor Paddy was laid on the shelf , So I took up his pipes on the shore , And now I've set up for myself , With my fara lara , to be sure I have not got ...
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... know that just four beans - sir , you a tale with his tongue down his hile Pat was his master attending , where letters around him did lay , + Soon after being sent with a basket and letter , "Twas Paddy O'Flannagan set out one morning.
... know that just four beans - sir , you a tale with his tongue down his hile Pat was his master attending , where letters around him did lay , + Soon after being sent with a basket and letter , "Twas Paddy O'Flannagan set out one morning.
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... Paddy Flanagan joins in the wish , That the cares of our friends may soon find a de- crease , That war may be drown'd on dry land with the fish , And the world forever taste blessings of peace . wwwwwwwm PADDY CAREY'S FORTUNE . " Twas ...
... Paddy Flanagan joins in the wish , That the cares of our friends may soon find a de- crease , That war may be drown'd on dry land with the fish , And the world forever taste blessings of peace . wwwwwwwm PADDY CAREY'S FORTUNE . " Twas ...
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Стр. 73 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Стр. 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Стр. 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Стр. 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Стр. 175 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Стр. 30 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Стр. 268 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Стр. 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Стр. 75 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!