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Page 15 - If Sophia has crossed the sea.' ' I own I made a bride of your daughter, She's neither the better nor worse for me; She came to me with her horse and saddle, She may go back in her coach and three.' Lord Bateman prepared another marriage, And sang, with heart so full of glee, ' I'll range no more in foreign countries, Now since Sophia has crossed the sea.
Page 201 - We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas ; Until we strike soundings In the Channel of old England, (From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues).
Page xli - Who knoweth thirteen ? I (saith Israel) know thirteen : Thirteen divine attributes, twelve tribes, eleven stars, ten commandments, nine months preceding childbirth, eight days preceding circumcision, seven days of the week, six books of the Mishnah, five books of the Law, four matrons, three patriarchs, two tables of the covenant ; but One is our God who is over the heavens and the earth.
Page 15 - Lord Bateman he then in a passion flew, And broke his sword in splinters three; Saying, 'I will give all my father's riches If Sophia has crossed the sea.
Page 15 - O, yes! O, yes!' cried the young porter, 'He's just now taken his new bride in.' 'O! tell him to send me a slice of bread, And a bottle of the best wine; And not forgetting the fair young lady Who did release him when close confine.
Page 149 - Then I will stay with you forever If you will not be unkind. Madam, I have vowed to love you; Would you have me change my mind?
Page xx - Go fetch the sickle, to crop the nettle, That grows so near the brim ; For fear it should tangle my golden locks, Or freckle my milk-white skin.