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180 Loyal Songs Apollo's Banquet Ayres BAFFLED KNIGHT Bagford Collection Ballad Operas Bartholomew Fair Beggars beginning Benbow black-letter bonny boys brave Broadsides Brooksby Busy Fame Charles II Cole commencing copy Country Dances Cupid's D'Urfey Dancing Master Delight doth Douce Collection drink editions England English entitled fair one let Fast Franklin is fled Galliard heart Heart of oak Here's a health jolly Jovial Crew King King's Pamphlets Lady lass Lilliburlero London Lord Lovers Lyra Viol Maid manuscript Merry Drollery Complete Moderate night o'er Pepys Collection Pills to purge Placket play Playford Poems popular printed purge Melancholy Quaker's Opera Queen Roxburghe Collection Rump Parliament says Scotch Scotland sing stanza stormy winds sung sweet Taunton Dean thee There's thou town tune called volume Walsh's winds do blow words written Young Jemmy
Page 155 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Page 147 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. "Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee sailors when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
Page 173 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Page 44 - Cross, hard by the way Where we— thou know'st — do sell our hay, There is a house with stairs ; And there did I see coming down Such folk as are not in our town, Forty at least, in pairs.
Page 155 - To pass our tedious hours away, We throw a merry main ; Or else at serious ombre play : But why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue ' We were undone when we left you.
Page 94 - WHEN mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman's food, It ennobled our hearts, and enriched our blood ; Our soldiers were brave, and our courtiers were good. Oh ! the Roast Beef of Old England, And, oh ! for Old England's Roast Beef!
Page 155 - Should foggy Opdam chance to know Our sad and dismal story, The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree: For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind? — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Page 155 - Then, if we write not by each post, Think not we are unkind ; Nor yet conclude our ships are lost By Dutchmen or by wind ; Our tears we'll send a speedier way : The tide shall bring them twice a day.