Come, listen to a seaman's ditty.. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer Daddy Neptune one day to freedom did say Down by the Avon's flowing stream Dream, baby, dream, the stars are glowing ... Each bower has beauty for me Encompassed in an angel's frame ... Far from the cherished country of his birth Farewell! I go to the far-off land Fill, fill the bright mead-cup, and let it ... ... Five months ago the stream did flow Foresters sound the cheerful horn go round From his mountain land with his harp in his hand ... Go, gentle breeze, to yon verdant grove Good night, good rest-ah! neither be my share Good people, give attention, while I do sing in praise... Hark! hark, the bells! the merry bells Hark to my lute sweetly ringing Hark! the Goddess Diana Hail to the flag! the gallant flag Haste, my boys, haste, my boys Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Has sorrow thy young days shaded Her mighty sails the breezes swell ... 121 Hey, the dusty miller How can my poor heart be glad How sweet in the woodlands How sweet 'tis to listen when some one may tell ... How sweet the hour of closing day I'd mourn the hopes that leave me If all the world and love were young If lubberly landsmen, to gratitude strangers If you hear a sound at night If doughty deeds my lady please If 'tis love to wish you near I hear it, I hear it-the voice of the past I have left my quiet home I know thou dost love me I love the night when the moon streams bright I loved thee once, with heart as true I love to roam at night I'll follow thee, I'll follow thee I'm Jolly Dick, the lamplighter I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill In days of old the monks, we're told In a cottage I live, and the cot of content In childhood, mother, on thy tender breast. In slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay In England I've seen the brave sons of roast beef In life's delightful morn... In England when the curfew bell I only ask a home with thee I rage, I melt, I burn I saw a star that was falling I see again my happy home Is there truth in fairy spells? I stood in Rome's deserted streets It's all very fine for us school girls to cry I've heard, cried out one, that you tars I've sailed round the world without fear or dismay I would I had a sister I would we had not met again ... I wander by my dear one's door each night Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman Little drop of beaming dew Love sounds the alarm Love may dwell in a sleek or a dimple cheek Love thee, dearest, love thee Lovely night! oh lovely night Love wakes and weeps Of all the brave birds that e'er I did see Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own.. Oh! how great the power of music Oh! I have roamed o'er many lands Oh let me only breathe the air.... Oh! linger not by the gloomy shore Oh! lone, and wild, and trackless PAGE 2 205 16 25 39 47 9 15 215 145 195 204 Oh! not by the river, tho' bright bo its tide. Oh! the lady of the May Oh! 'tis sweet to think that where'er we rove Oh! you that have the charge of love Old England's the home of the brave and the free Once upon my cheek he said the roses grew Oons! neighbours, ne'er blush for a trifle like this O peaceful lake! upon thy silent shore... O sweet simplicity, flow in my veins Our gallant ship has righted O thou breeze of spring Our bark was out, far, far from land Over the bounding waters O ye voices round my own hearth singing Peter White, who never goes right Queen of the starry night, beautiful moon Rise up, rise up, Xarifa River, that in silence windest Robin Hood is forth at break of day Speak, sister, speak! is the deed done ?... Sweet evening star, whose dewy blessings fall.. Softly, oh! softly the shadows are falling 94 222 216 249 139 43 4 26 The wind was hushed, the storm was over 102 34 252 ... 117 57 There's an old farm-house at the foot of the hill. 83 29 31 73 |