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Pagina 18
William Beloe. Bring your lasses in your hands, For tis that which Love commands ; Then to the Maypole come away, For it is now a holiday. It is the choice time of the year, For the vi'lets now appear; Now the rose receives its birth ...
William Beloe. Bring your lasses in your hands, For tis that which Love commands ; Then to the Maypole come away, For it is now a holiday. It is the choice time of the year, For the vi'lets now appear; Now the rose receives its birth ...
Pagina 10
... a Traveller , Come from the Indies hether ; It passed sea and land , Ere it came to my hand , And scaped the wind and weather . This makes me sing , & c . TOBACCO TOBACCO is a Critticke , That still old paper turneth 10 OLD SONGS .
... a Traveller , Come from the Indies hether ; It passed sea and land , Ere it came to my hand , And scaped the wind and weather . This makes me sing , & c . TOBACCO TOBACCO is a Critticke , That still old paper turneth 10 OLD SONGS .
Pagina 17
... excellent Tragedy of Sforza , Duke of Milan , by Robert Gomersall . 1633 . SONG . Come ye young men , come along , With your musique , dance and song , VOL . II . C Bring Bring your lasses in your hands , For tis that OLD SONGS . 17.
... excellent Tragedy of Sforza , Duke of Milan , by Robert Gomersall . 1633 . SONG . Come ye young men , come along , With your musique , dance and song , VOL . II . C Bring Bring your lasses in your hands , For tis that OLD SONGS . 17.
Pagina 18
William Beloe. Bring your lasses in your hands , For tis that which Love commands ; Then to the Maypole come away , For it is now a holiday . It is the choice time of the year , For the vi'lets now appear ; Now the rose receives its ...
William Beloe. Bring your lasses in your hands , For tis that which Love commands ; Then to the Maypole come away , For it is now a holiday . It is the choice time of the year , For the vi'lets now appear ; Now the rose receives its ...
Pagina 35
... hands with sorrow wring , Your master Robin Hood lies deade , Therefore sigh as you sing . Here lies his primer and his beades , His bent bowe , and his arrowes keene , His good sworde , and his holy crosse . Now cast on flowers fresh ...
... hands with sorrow wring , Your master Robin Hood lies deade , Therefore sigh as you sing . Here lies his primer and his beades , His bent bowe , and his arrowes keene , His good sworde , and his holy crosse . Now cast on flowers fresh ...
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