Old English Songs from Various SourcesAustin Dobson |
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Angler's Song AUSTIN DOBSON Axminster Bagshot Heath Beggar's Opera bonny brown hair broomy stumps carrying of brooms cheer chimney-sweeper Coridon's Song countryman D'Urfey Deuteromelia dowlas smocks elbow-chairs they snoring fair ladies fiſh fish and study garland Gay's happy heigh trolollie lee Heigh trolollie lollie horfes huntfman winds hunting Hyde-Park Johnny's so long Journey to Exeter knight-errants liveth so merry long nap love Is fetter'd maketh such sport matter metheglin Morning in London National Portrait Gallery Numbers OLD ENGLISH SONGS Piscator pleafed poorest sort praife promif'd promis'd he'd bring rhyming says serving-man waiteth short apron sing Sir Dilberry Diddle Sir Toby sits cobbling slipshod prentice SONGS FROM VARIOUS steeds all spur street to street sweet lafs Sweet Lass Swift t'other dear charmer Thomson thou tillage Tom D'Urfey trolollie lollie loe trout Turnham Green VARIOUS SOURCES verses Walton's weather Let's to-gether weighty golden chain wend winds his horn youth with broomy
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Page 142 - Oh dear, what can the matter be? Dear, dear, what can the matter be? Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Page 144 - OH ! dear ! what can the matter be ? . Dear! dear! what can the matter be?
Page 90 - Justices' late meeting there, How many bottles drank, and what their cheer ; What lords had been his guests in days of yore, And praised their wisdom much, their drinking more.
Page 134 - And a hunting we will go. Away he goes, he flies the rout, Their steeds all spur and switch ; Some are thrown in, and some thrown out, And some thrown in the ditch : But a hunting we will go.
Page 8 - Tis warmth and not gay clothing That doth prolong our lives; Then care away, And wend along with me...
Page 94 - O'er our parch'd tongue the rich metheglin glides, And the red dainty trout our knife divides. Sad melancholy ev'ry visage wears; What, no election come in seven long years! Of all our race of Mayors, shall Snow alone Be by Sir Richard's dedication known ? Our streets no more with tides of ale shall float, Nor cobblers feast three years upon one vote. Next morn, twelve miles led o'er th' unbounded plain, Where the cloak'd shepherd guides his fleecy train.
Page 68 - Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own. The slipshod prentice from his master's door, Had par'd the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dext'rous airs, Prepar'd to scrub the entry and the stairs.