Whistle-Binkie: Or, The Piper of the Party: Being a Collection of Songs for the Social Circle, Volume 1

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D. Robertson, 1878 - 390 pagina's

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Pagina 247 - And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; And a mother she was, and is, to me; For I was born on the open sea...
Pagina 247 - SEA The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea! I am where I would ever be...
Pagina 30 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Pagina 365 - you're my Molly Malone, My own ! ' ' Oh,' says he, ' you're my Molly Malone.' And the widow they all thought so shy, My eye ! Ne'er thought of a simper or sigh, For why ? But ' Lucius,' says she, ' Since you've now made so free, You may marry your Mary Malone, Ohone ! You may marry your Mary Malone.
Pagina 117 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o
Pagina 413 - His hair was curled in order, At the rising of the sun, In comely rows and buckles smart That about his ears did run ; And, before, there was a toupee That some inches up did grow, And behind there was a long queue, That did o'er his shoulders flow. Oh ! we ne'er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo'e ! And whenever we foregathered He took off his wee
Pagina 115 - Twa bairns, and but ae heart ! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear ; And tones and looks and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. 1 wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof lock'd in loof, What our wee heads could think ? When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Wi' ae bulk on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee.
Pagina 215 - Yes, it is he! the hermit bird, that, apart from all his kind, Slow spells his beads monotonous to the soft western wind ; Cuckoo! Cuckoo! he sings again, — his notes are void of art; But simplest strains do soonest sound the deep founts of the heart. Good Lord! it is a gracious boon for thought-crazed wight like me, To smell again these summer flowers beneath this summer tree...
Pagina 415 - Or when the candles were brought forth, and the night was fairly setting in, He would tell some fine old stories about Minden-field or Dettingen; How he fought with a French major, and dispatched him at a blow, While his blood ran out like water on the soft grass below. Oh, we ne'er shall hear the like of Captain Paton no mo!
Pagina 364 - So lovely the Widow Malone. •' Of lovers she had a full score, Or more; And fortunes they all had galore, In store; From the minister down To the clerk of the crown, All were courting the Widow Malone, Ohone ! All were courting the Widow Malone.

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