Crosby's Modern Songster: Being a Selection of the Most Approved Songs, Airs &c. from the Late Operas, with Many Favorite Songs, Sung at the Different Places of Public EntertainmentB. Crosby, 1799 - 276 Seiten |
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While the huntfman exults to the Sportsmen | 2 |
Maria gentle maid farewel | 3 |
How fweet when the filver moon is blinking 58 | 5 |
The voyage was passd and Englands Shore | 7 |
My friends all declare that my time is miſpent | 10 |
Dear Wandrer0 whither thy Steps fhall I | 12 |
Hail the rofy fmile of morning | 13 |
Dead is the dream of life that calmd my care 2 I | 21 |
O Clara Clara ever dear | 146 |
Theres fomething in kiffingI cannot tell | 147 |
From whom Im defcended or how I came here | 153 |
My heart is as honeft and brave as the best | 155 |
Some women take delight in drefs | 158 |
Lovely woman pride of nature | 161 |
in the clear but five hundred a year 160 | 161 |
The whifiling ploughman hails the blushing | 162 |
Soft mufic let my humble | 26 |
Meffieurs behold avance | 30 |
Thy foreft O Windfor has long been renownd | 31 |
Since difcord fill rages weve crossd the falt | 33 |
How bleft the maid whoſe blithfome heart | 34 |
Sweet cowflips I cry and ground ivy I fell | 41 |
Having read in the news much of fortification | 45 |
Soldiers united ftand | 47 |
Dangers paft joys in view | 50 |
Tis honour invites youher fummons obey | 52 |
A wandring Gipfey Sirs am I | 55 |
Shew me a lawyer refufing a good | 58 |
Hope whisperd a flattering tale | 61 |
Dear youth keep this for Marys fake | 69 |
Blythe Willy woos me foon an late | 72 |
languish fee I faint | 79 |
In the worlds crooked path where Ive been | 82 |
March before great juftice Laro | 83 |
Sullen founds the midnight bell | 86 |
Beware beware ye nymphs and fwains | 88 |
When war enfanguind Gallias plains | 89 |
Since then Im doom d this fad reverſe to prove | 95 |
When Britain firft at heavens command | 96 |
When freedom was banishd from Greece | 102 |
Hark Bellonas trump refounding | 105 |
Merry laffes draw near Im a pedlar fo | 107 |
was a younker I was apprenticd | 108 |
In the verge of Comus court | 109 |
Odear what confternation | 110 |
See ruddy Aurora begins to appear | 112 |
Lord what a fufs my mother made | 115 |
When the hollow drum has beat to | 116 |
O happy tawny Moor when you love | 121 |
For England when with favring gale 15 | 125 |
Long live great George our King | 126 |
How can I forget the fond hour | 127 |
O the bonny bonny bells | 128 |
Smiling grog is the failors best hope his ſheet | 131 |
Long in the British army | 135 |
Her mouth with a smile | 139 |
When heavnborn freedom haild this happy ifle | 163 |
By the fide of a mountain oerfhadowd with trees | 171 |
To buttbellyd Bacchus we bow | 173 |
Hark the din of diftant war | 174 |
Let bucks and let bloods to praife London agree | 176 |
Hark hark from the woodlands the loud fwelling | 183 |
The furge hoarfely murmring young Fannys | 184 |
As tinkering Tom thro freets his trade did cry | 188 |
This this my lad is a foldiers life | 190 |
Let landfmen as the tempeft fweeps | 192 |
From de cold fnowy mountains of Savay | 194 |
This bleak and frosty morning | 196 |
Scarcely had the bluſhing morning | 199 |
Hark forward away my brave boys to the chace | 200 |
The merry man | 205 |
Now indolence fnores upon pillows of down | 206 |
Fly neighbours my house is on fire | 208 |
With my jug of brown ale I defy evry care | 210 |
The fun when arifing beſpangles the dew | 215 |
Her image ever rofe to view | 221 |
Blue Peter at the mafthead flew | 222 |
That beach which the white billows lave | 223 |
Since by cutting of trotes all our glories encreaſe | 231 |
Far removd from noife and ſmoke | 232 |
fell wholl buy? wholl buy? | 233 |
Town and to wear a fweet creature | 235 |
Heavily drag the dull hours along | 236 |
Loves a cheat we overrate it | 239 |
The breeze was fresh the ship in ftays | 241 |
Come cheer up my lads tis to glory we fteer | 249 |
Oft as on Thamess banks I ftray | 253 |
Come failors be filling the | 256 |
Near the jaws of a prifon in whofe difmal gloom | 259 |
On Africs wide plains where the lion | 260 |
The moon had climbd the highest hill | 261 |
Ladies would you know what magic | 265 |
When the trees are all bare not a leaf to be feen | 266 |
O tell me ye fwains have you feen my Paftora? | 270 |
The wind was hughd the fleecy wave 271 | 271 |
Here a fheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling | 274 |
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