1'Twas in the month of May, when flowers spring,When pretty lambkins play, and thrushes sing.When young men do resortTo walk about in sportNot thinking any harm, at Crantock games.2Crantock and Newlyn men, all in one room,The first mark that was made, it proved my doom.My name is Willy Coombe,Just twenty, in my bloom;Just twenty in my bloom when I was shot.3'Twas by a musket ball so swift did flyWhich pierced my body through, so I must die.My brother swift did ride;To Truro Town he hied.Alas! alack-a-day, my cruel lot!4The surgeon said 'twas o'er, none could me cure,Bleeding all night, great pains I did endure.Coroner and jury trueMy body well did view.And from this wound I die at Crantock games.5Father, your son is dead, your sorrow bearMother, don't break your heart, O mother dear!Sister, don't cry nor grieve,It will not you relieveNo warning was I giv'n when I was shot.
1'Twas in the month of May, when flowers spring,When pretty lambkins play, and thrushes sing.When young men do resortTo walk about in sportNot thinking any harm, at Crantock games.2Crantock and Newlyn men, all in one room,The first mark that was made, it proved my doom.My name is Willy Coombe,Just twenty, in my bloom;Just twenty in my bloom when I was shot.3'Twas by a musket ball so swift did flyWhich pierced my body through, so I must die.My brother swift did ride;To Truro Town he hied.Alas! alack-a-day, my cruel lot!4The surgeon said 'twas o'er, none could me cure,Bleeding all night, great pains I did endure.Coroner and jury trueMy body well did view.And from this wound I die at Crantock games.5Father, your son is dead, your sorrow bearMother, don't break your heart, O mother dear!Sister, don't cry nor grieve,It will not you relieveNo warning was I giv'n when I was shot.
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'Twas in the month of May, when flowers spring,When pretty lambkins play, and thrushes sing.When young men do resortTo walk about in sportNot thinking any harm, at Crantock games.
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Crantock and Newlyn men, all in one room,The first mark that was made, it proved my doom.My name is Willy Coombe,Just twenty, in my bloom;Just twenty in my bloom when I was shot.
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'Twas by a musket ball so swift did flyWhich pierced my body through, so I must die.My brother swift did ride;To Truro Town he hied.Alas! alack-a-day, my cruel lot!
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The surgeon said 'twas o'er, none could me cure,Bleeding all night, great pains I did endure.Coroner and jury trueMy body well did view.And from this wound I die at Crantock games.
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Father, your son is dead, your sorrow bearMother, don't break your heart, O mother dear!Sister, don't cry nor grieve,It will not you relieveNo warning was I giv'n when I was shot.
C.J.S.
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1'Twas early I walked on a midsummer morning,The fields and the meadows were deckèd and gay,The small birds were singing, the woodlands a-ringing,'Twas early in the morning, at breaking of day,I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay!It is early in the morning, at breaking of day.2O hark! and O hark! to the nightingales wooing,The lark is aloft piping shrill in the air.In every green bower the turtle-doves cooing,The sun is just gleaming, arise up my fair!Arise, love, arise! none fairer I spie!Arise, love, arise! O why should I die?3Arise, love, arise! go and get your love posies,The fairest of flowers in garden that grows,Go gather me lilies, carnations and roses,I'll wear them with thoughts of the maiden I chose.I stand at thy door, pretty love, full of care,O why should I languish so long in despair?4[26]O why love, O why, should I banished be from thee?O why should I see my own chosen no more?O why look your parents so slightingly on me?It is all for the rough ragged garments I wore,But dress me with flowers, I'm gay as a king,I'm glad as a bird, when my carol I sing.5Arise, love, arise! in song and in story,To rival thy beauty was never a may,I will play thee a tune on my pipes of ivory,It is early in the morning, at breaking of day,I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay!It is early in the morning, at breaking of day.
1'Twas early I walked on a midsummer morning,The fields and the meadows were deckèd and gay,The small birds were singing, the woodlands a-ringing,'Twas early in the morning, at breaking of day,I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay!It is early in the morning, at breaking of day.2O hark! and O hark! to the nightingales wooing,The lark is aloft piping shrill in the air.In every green bower the turtle-doves cooing,The sun is just gleaming, arise up my fair!Arise, love, arise! none fairer I spie!Arise, love, arise! O why should I die?3Arise, love, arise! go and get your love posies,The fairest of flowers in garden that grows,Go gather me lilies, carnations and roses,I'll wear them with thoughts of the maiden I chose.I stand at thy door, pretty love, full of care,O why should I languish so long in despair?4[26]O why love, O why, should I banished be from thee?O why should I see my own chosen no more?O why look your parents so slightingly on me?It is all for the rough ragged garments I wore,But dress me with flowers, I'm gay as a king,I'm glad as a bird, when my carol I sing.5Arise, love, arise! in song and in story,To rival thy beauty was never a may,I will play thee a tune on my pipes of ivory,It is early in the morning, at breaking of day,I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay!It is early in the morning, at breaking of day.
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'Twas early I walked on a midsummer morning,The fields and the meadows were deckèd and gay,The small birds were singing, the woodlands a-ringing,'Twas early in the morning, at breaking of day,I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay!It is early in the morning, at breaking of day.
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O hark! and O hark! to the nightingales wooing,The lark is aloft piping shrill in the air.In every green bower the turtle-doves cooing,The sun is just gleaming, arise up my fair!Arise, love, arise! none fairer I spie!Arise, love, arise! O why should I die?
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Arise, love, arise! go and get your love posies,The fairest of flowers in garden that grows,Go gather me lilies, carnations and roses,I'll wear them with thoughts of the maiden I chose.I stand at thy door, pretty love, full of care,O why should I languish so long in despair?
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O why love, O why, should I banished be from thee?O why should I see my own chosen no more?O why look your parents so slightingly on me?It is all for the rough ragged garments I wore,But dress me with flowers, I'm gay as a king,I'm glad as a bird, when my carol I sing.
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Arise, love, arise! in song and in story,To rival thy beauty was never a may,I will play thee a tune on my pipes of ivory,It is early in the morning, at breaking of day,I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay!It is early in the morning, at breaking of day.
H.F.S.
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1Three fair maidens a milking did go,Three maidens a milking did go,And the wind it did blow high,And the wind it did blow low,And it tossed their pails to and fro.2Then they met with a man they did know,O they met with a man they did know,And they said, Have you the skill,And they said, Have you the will,For to catch us a small bird or two?3Here's a health to the blackbird in the bush,Likewise to the merry wood-do'e (dove).If you'll go along with meUnto yonder flow'ring tree,I will catch you a small bird or two.4So they went till they stayèd at a bush,So they went till they stayèd at two.And the birds they flew about,Pretty birds flew in and outAnd he caught them by one and by two.5So my boys we will drink down the sun,So my boys we will drink down the moon!For we birds are of one feather,And we surely flock together,Let the people say little or none.
1Three fair maidens a milking did go,Three maidens a milking did go,And the wind it did blow high,And the wind it did blow low,And it tossed their pails to and fro.2Then they met with a man they did know,O they met with a man they did know,And they said, Have you the skill,And they said, Have you the will,For to catch us a small bird or two?3Here's a health to the blackbird in the bush,Likewise to the merry wood-do'e (dove).If you'll go along with meUnto yonder flow'ring tree,I will catch you a small bird or two.4So they went till they stayèd at a bush,So they went till they stayèd at two.And the birds they flew about,Pretty birds flew in and outAnd he caught them by one and by two.5So my boys we will drink down the sun,So my boys we will drink down the moon!For we birds are of one feather,And we surely flock together,Let the people say little or none.
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Three fair maidens a milking did go,Three maidens a milking did go,And the wind it did blow high,And the wind it did blow low,And it tossed their pails to and fro.
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Then they met with a man they did know,O they met with a man they did know,And they said, Have you the skill,And they said, Have you the will,For to catch us a small bird or two?
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Here's a health to the blackbird in the bush,Likewise to the merry wood-do'e (dove).If you'll go along with meUnto yonder flow'ring tree,I will catch you a small bird or two.
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So they went till they stayèd at a bush,So they went till they stayèd at two.And the birds they flew about,Pretty birds flew in and outAnd he caught them by one and by two.
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So my boys we will drink down the sun,So my boys we will drink down the moon!For we birds are of one feather,And we surely flock together,Let the people say little or none.
H.F.S.
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1Young Sailor Dick, as he stepped on shore,To his quarters of old return'd,The hostess glad, cries "Dick my lad!What prize money have you earn'd?""Poor luck! poor luck! yet Molly, my duck,Your daughter I've come to see:Get ready some supper, with pipes and grog,And the best Green Bed for me."2"My daughter, she's gone out for a walk;My beds are all bespoken;My larder's bare, like the rum-keg there,And my baccy pipes all are broken."Says Dick, "I'll steer for another berth,I fear I have made too bold:But I'll pay for the beer that I've just drunk here,"And he pulled out a hand-ful of gold.3"Come down Molly, quick! here's your sweetheart DickHas just come back from sea:He wants his supper, his grog and a bed,The best Green Bed it must be.""No bed," cries Dick, "no supper, no grog,No sweetheart for me I swear!You shewed me the door when you thought me poor,So I'll carry my gold elsewhere."
1Young Sailor Dick, as he stepped on shore,To his quarters of old return'd,The hostess glad, cries "Dick my lad!What prize money have you earn'd?""Poor luck! poor luck! yet Molly, my duck,Your daughter I've come to see:Get ready some supper, with pipes and grog,And the best Green Bed for me."2"My daughter, she's gone out for a walk;My beds are all bespoken;My larder's bare, like the rum-keg there,And my baccy pipes all are broken."Says Dick, "I'll steer for another berth,I fear I have made too bold:But I'll pay for the beer that I've just drunk here,"And he pulled out a hand-ful of gold.3"Come down Molly, quick! here's your sweetheart DickHas just come back from sea:He wants his supper, his grog and a bed,The best Green Bed it must be.""No bed," cries Dick, "no supper, no grog,No sweetheart for me I swear!You shewed me the door when you thought me poor,So I'll carry my gold elsewhere."
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Young Sailor Dick, as he stepped on shore,To his quarters of old return'd,The hostess glad, cries "Dick my lad!What prize money have you earn'd?""Poor luck! poor luck! yet Molly, my duck,Your daughter I've come to see:Get ready some supper, with pipes and grog,And the best Green Bed for me."
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"My daughter, she's gone out for a walk;My beds are all bespoken;My larder's bare, like the rum-keg there,And my baccy pipes all are broken."Says Dick, "I'll steer for another berth,I fear I have made too bold:But I'll pay for the beer that I've just drunk here,"And he pulled out a hand-ful of gold.
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"Come down Molly, quick! here's your sweetheart DickHas just come back from sea:He wants his supper, his grog and a bed,The best Green Bed it must be.""No bed," cries Dick, "no supper, no grog,No sweetheart for me I swear!You shewed me the door when you thought me poor,So I'll carry my gold elsewhere."
C.J.S.
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1I'll weave my love a garland,It shall be dressed so fine;I'll set it round with roses,With lilies, pinks and thyme.And I'll present it to my loveWhen he comes back from sea,For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow summer breeze, o'er the seaBring my pretty love to me.2I wish I were an arrow,That sped into the air;To seek him as a sparrow,And if he was not there,Then quickly I'd become a fishTo search the raging sea;For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow &c.3I would I were a reaper,I'd seek him in the corn;I would I were a keeper,I'd hunt him with my horn.I'd blow a blast, when found at last,Beneath the green-wood tree,For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow &c.
1I'll weave my love a garland,It shall be dressed so fine;I'll set it round with roses,With lilies, pinks and thyme.And I'll present it to my loveWhen he comes back from sea,For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow summer breeze, o'er the seaBring my pretty love to me.2I wish I were an arrow,That sped into the air;To seek him as a sparrow,And if he was not there,Then quickly I'd become a fishTo search the raging sea;For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow &c.3I would I were a reaper,I'd seek him in the corn;I would I were a keeper,I'd hunt him with my horn.I'd blow a blast, when found at last,Beneath the green-wood tree,For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow &c.
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I'll weave my love a garland,It shall be dressed so fine;I'll set it round with roses,With lilies, pinks and thyme.And I'll present it to my loveWhen he comes back from sea,For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow summer breeze, o'er the seaBring my pretty love to me.
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I wish I were an arrow,That sped into the air;To seek him as a sparrow,And if he was not there,Then quickly I'd become a fishTo search the raging sea;For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow &c.
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I would I were a reaper,I'd seek him in the corn;I would I were a keeper,I'd hunt him with my horn.I'd blow a blast, when found at last,Beneath the green-wood tree,For I love my love, and I love my love,Because my love loves me.Blow &c.
C.J.S.
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1O the Streams of Nant-si-anIn two parts divide,Where the young men in dancingMeet sweetheart and bride.They will take no denial,We must frolic and sing.And the sound of the violO it makes my heart ring.2On the rocky cliff yonderA castle up-stands;To the seamen a wonderAbove the black sands.'Tis of ivory buildedWith diamonds glazed bright,And with gold it is gilded,To shine in the night.3Over yonder high mountainThe wild fowl do fly;And in ocean's deep fountain,The fairest pearls lie.On eagle's wings soaring,I'll speed as the wind;Ocean's fountain exploring,My true love I'll find.4O the streams of Nant-si-anDivide in two parts,And rejoin as in dancingDo lads their sweethearts.So the streams, bright and shiningTho' parted in twain,Re-unite, intertwining,One thenceforth remain.
1O the Streams of Nant-si-anIn two parts divide,Where the young men in dancingMeet sweetheart and bride.They will take no denial,We must frolic and sing.And the sound of the violO it makes my heart ring.2On the rocky cliff yonderA castle up-stands;To the seamen a wonderAbove the black sands.'Tis of ivory buildedWith diamonds glazed bright,And with gold it is gilded,To shine in the night.3Over yonder high mountainThe wild fowl do fly;And in ocean's deep fountain,The fairest pearls lie.On eagle's wings soaring,I'll speed as the wind;Ocean's fountain exploring,My true love I'll find.4O the streams of Nant-si-anDivide in two parts,And rejoin as in dancingDo lads their sweethearts.So the streams, bright and shiningTho' parted in twain,Re-unite, intertwining,One thenceforth remain.
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O the Streams of Nant-si-anIn two parts divide,Where the young men in dancingMeet sweetheart and bride.They will take no denial,We must frolic and sing.And the sound of the violO it makes my heart ring.
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On the rocky cliff yonderA castle up-stands;To the seamen a wonderAbove the black sands.'Tis of ivory buildedWith diamonds glazed bright,And with gold it is gilded,To shine in the night.
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Over yonder high mountainThe wild fowl do fly;And in ocean's deep fountain,The fairest pearls lie.On eagle's wings soaring,I'll speed as the wind;Ocean's fountain exploring,My true love I'll find.
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O the streams of Nant-si-anDivide in two parts,And rejoin as in dancingDo lads their sweethearts.So the streams, bright and shiningTho' parted in twain,Re-unite, intertwining,One thenceforth remain.
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1There were three drunken maidens,Came from the Isle of Wight.They drank from Monday morning,Nor stayed till Saturday night.When Saturday night did come, Sirs!They would not then go out;Not the three drunken maidens,As they pushed the jug about.2Then came in Bouncing Sally,With cheeks as red as bloom."Make space, my jolly sisters,Now make for Sally room.For that I will be your equal,Before that I go out."So now four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.3It was woodcock and pheasant,And partridges and hare,It was all kinds of dainties,No scarcity was there.It was four quarts of Malaga,Each fairly did drink out,So the four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.4Then down came the landlord,And asked for his pay.O! a forty-pound bill, Sirs!The damsels drew that day.It was ten pounds apiece, Sirs!But yet, they would not out.So the four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.5"O where be your spencers?Your mantles rich and fine?""They all be a swallowedIn tankards of good wine.""O where be your charactersYe maidens brisk and gay?""O they be a swallowed!We've drunk them clean away."
1There were three drunken maidens,Came from the Isle of Wight.They drank from Monday morning,Nor stayed till Saturday night.When Saturday night did come, Sirs!They would not then go out;Not the three drunken maidens,As they pushed the jug about.2Then came in Bouncing Sally,With cheeks as red as bloom."Make space, my jolly sisters,Now make for Sally room.For that I will be your equal,Before that I go out."So now four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.3It was woodcock and pheasant,And partridges and hare,It was all kinds of dainties,No scarcity was there.It was four quarts of Malaga,Each fairly did drink out,So the four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.4Then down came the landlord,And asked for his pay.O! a forty-pound bill, Sirs!The damsels drew that day.It was ten pounds apiece, Sirs!But yet, they would not out.So the four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.5"O where be your spencers?Your mantles rich and fine?""They all be a swallowedIn tankards of good wine.""O where be your charactersYe maidens brisk and gay?""O they be a swallowed!We've drunk them clean away."
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There were three drunken maidens,Came from the Isle of Wight.They drank from Monday morning,Nor stayed till Saturday night.When Saturday night did come, Sirs!They would not then go out;Not the three drunken maidens,As they pushed the jug about.
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Then came in Bouncing Sally,With cheeks as red as bloom."Make space, my jolly sisters,Now make for Sally room.For that I will be your equal,Before that I go out."So now four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.
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It was woodcock and pheasant,And partridges and hare,It was all kinds of dainties,No scarcity was there.It was four quarts of Malaga,Each fairly did drink out,So the four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.
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Then down came the landlord,And asked for his pay.O! a forty-pound bill, Sirs!The damsels drew that day.It was ten pounds apiece, Sirs!But yet, they would not out.So the four drunken maidens,They pushed the jug about.
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"O where be your spencers?Your mantles rich and fine?""They all be a swallowedIn tankards of good wine.""O where be your charactersYe maidens brisk and gay?""O they be a swallowed!We've drunk them clean away."
C.J.S.
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1Tobacco is an Indian weed,Grows green at morn, is cut down at eve;It shows our decay;We fade as hay.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.2The pipe that is so lily-white,Wherein so many take delight,Gone with a touch;Man's life is such,Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.3The pipe that is so foul within,Shews how the soul is stained with sin;It doth requireThe purging fire.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.4The ashes that are left behind,Do serve to put us all in mind,That unto dust,Return we must.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.5The smoke that doth so high ascend,Shows that our life must have an end;The vapours' gone,Man's life is done.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
1Tobacco is an Indian weed,Grows green at morn, is cut down at eve;It shows our decay;We fade as hay.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.2The pipe that is so lily-white,Wherein so many take delight,Gone with a touch;Man's life is such,Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.3The pipe that is so foul within,Shews how the soul is stained with sin;It doth requireThe purging fire.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.4The ashes that are left behind,Do serve to put us all in mind,That unto dust,Return we must.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.5The smoke that doth so high ascend,Shows that our life must have an end;The vapours' gone,Man's life is done.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
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Tobacco is an Indian weed,Grows green at morn, is cut down at eve;It shows our decay;We fade as hay.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
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The pipe that is so lily-white,Wherein so many take delight,Gone with a touch;Man's life is such,Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
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The pipe that is so foul within,Shews how the soul is stained with sin;It doth requireThe purging fire.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
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The ashes that are left behind,Do serve to put us all in mind,That unto dust,Return we must.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
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The smoke that doth so high ascend,Shows that our life must have an end;The vapours' gone,Man's life is done.Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
C.J.S.
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1Fair Susan slumbered in shady bower,Safe hid, she thought, from every eye;Nor dreamed she in that tranquil hourHer own true love was passing by.2He gazed in rapture upon her beauty,Sleep did her charms but more reveal;He deemed it sure a lover's dutyFrom those sweet lips a kiss to steal.3In shame and anger poor Susan started,With eyes aflame she bade him go;"Return no more!—for ever parted;Cruel and base to use me so!"4"By too much love I have offended,Forgive me if I cause you pain;But if indeed our love be ended,Pray give me back my kiss again."
1Fair Susan slumbered in shady bower,Safe hid, she thought, from every eye;Nor dreamed she in that tranquil hourHer own true love was passing by.2He gazed in rapture upon her beauty,Sleep did her charms but more reveal;He deemed it sure a lover's dutyFrom those sweet lips a kiss to steal.3In shame and anger poor Susan started,With eyes aflame she bade him go;"Return no more!—for ever parted;Cruel and base to use me so!"4"By too much love I have offended,Forgive me if I cause you pain;But if indeed our love be ended,Pray give me back my kiss again."
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Fair Susan slumbered in shady bower,Safe hid, she thought, from every eye;Nor dreamed she in that tranquil hourHer own true love was passing by.
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He gazed in rapture upon her beauty,Sleep did her charms but more reveal;He deemed it sure a lover's dutyFrom those sweet lips a kiss to steal.
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In shame and anger poor Susan started,With eyes aflame she bade him go;"Return no more!—for ever parted;Cruel and base to use me so!"
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"By too much love I have offended,Forgive me if I cause you pain;But if indeed our love be ended,Pray give me back my kiss again."
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1I courted a maiden both buxom and gay,Unheeding what people against her did say,I thought her as constant and true as the day.But now she is going to be married.2O when to the church I my fair love saw go,I followed her up with a heart full of woe,And eyes that with tears of grief did o'erflow,To see how my suit had miscarried.3O when in the chancel I saw my love stan',With ring on her finger, and true love in han',I thought that for certain 'twas not the right man,Although 'twas the man she was taking.4O when I my fair love saw sit in her seatI sat myself by her, but nothing could eat;Her company, thought I, was better than meat,Although my heart sorely was aching.5O woe be the day that I courted the maid,That ever I trusted a word that she said,That with her I wander'd along the green glade,Accurs'd be the day that I met her.6O make me a grave that is long, wide and deep,And cover me over with flowers so sweet,That there I may lie, and may take my last sleep;For that is the way to forget her.
1I courted a maiden both buxom and gay,Unheeding what people against her did say,I thought her as constant and true as the day.But now she is going to be married.2O when to the church I my fair love saw go,I followed her up with a heart full of woe,And eyes that with tears of grief did o'erflow,To see how my suit had miscarried.3O when in the chancel I saw my love stan',With ring on her finger, and true love in han',I thought that for certain 'twas not the right man,Although 'twas the man she was taking.4O when I my fair love saw sit in her seatI sat myself by her, but nothing could eat;Her company, thought I, was better than meat,Although my heart sorely was aching.5O woe be the day that I courted the maid,That ever I trusted a word that she said,That with her I wander'd along the green glade,Accurs'd be the day that I met her.6O make me a grave that is long, wide and deep,And cover me over with flowers so sweet,That there I may lie, and may take my last sleep;For that is the way to forget her.
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I courted a maiden both buxom and gay,Unheeding what people against her did say,I thought her as constant and true as the day.But now she is going to be married.
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O when to the church I my fair love saw go,I followed her up with a heart full of woe,And eyes that with tears of grief did o'erflow,To see how my suit had miscarried.
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O when in the chancel I saw my love stan',With ring on her finger, and true love in han',I thought that for certain 'twas not the right man,Although 'twas the man she was taking.
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O when I my fair love saw sit in her seatI sat myself by her, but nothing could eat;Her company, thought I, was better than meat,Although my heart sorely was aching.
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O woe be the day that I courted the maid,That ever I trusted a word that she said,That with her I wander'd along the green glade,Accurs'd be the day that I met her.
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O make me a grave that is long, wide and deep,And cover me over with flowers so sweet,That there I may lie, and may take my last sleep;For that is the way to forget her.
H.F.S.
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1As Jan was hurrying down the glade,He met his sweetheart Kit;"O whither so fast?" the maiden ask'd,"Let's bide and talk a bit.""I'm going to the barn, and if you'll come,And help me thresh the stro',That task complete, why then my sweet,A ramble we will go."2She gave consent, to work they went,As if 'twere only play;The flail he plied, whilst Kit untied,The sheaves, and cleared away.O willing hands made labour light,And 'ere the sun was low,With arms entwined, these lovers kind,Did down the vallies go.3Said Jan, "Thou art a helpful lass,Wilt thou be mine for life?""For sure!" she said. To church they sped,And soon were man and wife.A lesson then, for all young menWho would a courting go,Your sweetheart ask to share your task,And thresh the Barley Stro'.4Now many a year, this couple dear,They lived in harmony;And children had, both lass and lad,I think 'twas thirty-three.The sons so hale did wield the flail,And like their father grow;The maidens sweet, like mother were neat:And clean as the Barley Stro'.
1As Jan was hurrying down the glade,He met his sweetheart Kit;"O whither so fast?" the maiden ask'd,"Let's bide and talk a bit.""I'm going to the barn, and if you'll come,And help me thresh the stro',That task complete, why then my sweet,A ramble we will go."2She gave consent, to work they went,As if 'twere only play;The flail he plied, whilst Kit untied,The sheaves, and cleared away.O willing hands made labour light,And 'ere the sun was low,With arms entwined, these lovers kind,Did down the vallies go.3Said Jan, "Thou art a helpful lass,Wilt thou be mine for life?""For sure!" she said. To church they sped,And soon were man and wife.A lesson then, for all young menWho would a courting go,Your sweetheart ask to share your task,And thresh the Barley Stro'.4Now many a year, this couple dear,They lived in harmony;And children had, both lass and lad,I think 'twas thirty-three.The sons so hale did wield the flail,And like their father grow;The maidens sweet, like mother were neat:And clean as the Barley Stro'.
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As Jan was hurrying down the glade,He met his sweetheart Kit;"O whither so fast?" the maiden ask'd,"Let's bide and talk a bit.""I'm going to the barn, and if you'll come,And help me thresh the stro',That task complete, why then my sweet,A ramble we will go."
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She gave consent, to work they went,As if 'twere only play;The flail he plied, whilst Kit untied,The sheaves, and cleared away.O willing hands made labour light,And 'ere the sun was low,With arms entwined, these lovers kind,Did down the vallies go.
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Said Jan, "Thou art a helpful lass,Wilt thou be mine for life?""For sure!" she said. To church they sped,And soon were man and wife.A lesson then, for all young menWho would a courting go,Your sweetheart ask to share your task,And thresh the Barley Stro'.
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Now many a year, this couple dear,They lived in harmony;And children had, both lass and lad,I think 'twas thirty-three.The sons so hale did wield the flail,And like their father grow;The maidens sweet, like mother were neat:And clean as the Barley Stro'.
C.J.S.
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1As I walked out one day, one day,All in the merry month of May,When lambs did skip and thrushes sing,And ev'ry bush with buds did spring.2I met an old man by the way,His head was bald, his beard was grey,His coat was of the Myrtle-green,But underneath his ribs were seen.3He in his hand a glass did hold,He shook as one that shakes with cold.I asked of him what was his name,And what strange place from which he came.4"My name is Death, fair maiden, seeLords, Dukes and Squires bow down to me;For of the Branchy Tree[27]am IAnd you, fair maid, with me must hie."5"I'll give you gold, if me you'll spare,I'll give you costly robes to wear!""O no, sweet maid, make no delayYour sand is run, you must away!"6Alas! alack! the fair maid died,And these the last sad words she cried:"Here lies a poor, distressed maid,By Death—and Death alone betrayed."
1As I walked out one day, one day,All in the merry month of May,When lambs did skip and thrushes sing,And ev'ry bush with buds did spring.2I met an old man by the way,His head was bald, his beard was grey,His coat was of the Myrtle-green,But underneath his ribs were seen.3He in his hand a glass did hold,He shook as one that shakes with cold.I asked of him what was his name,And what strange place from which he came.4"My name is Death, fair maiden, seeLords, Dukes and Squires bow down to me;For of the Branchy Tree[27]am IAnd you, fair maid, with me must hie."5"I'll give you gold, if me you'll spare,I'll give you costly robes to wear!""O no, sweet maid, make no delayYour sand is run, you must away!"6Alas! alack! the fair maid died,And these the last sad words she cried:"Here lies a poor, distressed maid,By Death—and Death alone betrayed."
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As I walked out one day, one day,All in the merry month of May,When lambs did skip and thrushes sing,And ev'ry bush with buds did spring.
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I met an old man by the way,His head was bald, his beard was grey,His coat was of the Myrtle-green,But underneath his ribs were seen.
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He in his hand a glass did hold,He shook as one that shakes with cold.I asked of him what was his name,And what strange place from which he came.
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"My name is Death, fair maiden, seeLords, Dukes and Squires bow down to me;For of the Branchy Tree[27]am IAnd you, fair maid, with me must hie."
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"I'll give you gold, if me you'll spare,I'll give you costly robes to wear!""O no, sweet maid, make no delayYour sand is run, you must away!"
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Alas! alack! the fair maid died,And these the last sad words she cried:"Here lies a poor, distressed maid,By Death—and Death alone betrayed."
H.F.S.
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1Both sexes give ear to my fancy,In praise of sweet woman I sing,Confined not to Doll, Sue, or Nancy,The mate of the beggar or king.When Adam was first a-created,And lord of the universe crown'd,His happiness was not completed,Until that a helpmate was found.2A garden was planted by Nature,Man could not produce in his life,But no rest had he till his CreatorDiscovered he wanted a wife.He had horses and foxes for huntingWhich most men love dearly as life,No relishsome food was a wantingBut still—he was short of a wife.3As Adam was resting in slumber,He lost a small rib from his side,And when he awoke—'twas in wonder,To see a most beautiful bride.In transport he gazèd upon her,His happiness now was complete.He praisèd the bountiful Donor,Who to him had given a mate.4She was not taken out of his head, sir,To rule and to triumph in man.Nor was she took out of his foot, sir,By him to be trampled upon.But she was took out of his side, sir,His equal co-partner to be;So, united is man with his bride, sir,Yet man is the top of the tree.5Then let not the fair be despisèdBy man, as she's part of himself.Let woman by man be a-prizèdAs more than the world full of wealth.A man without woman's a beggar,Tho' by him the world were possess'dBut a beggar that's got a good womanWith more than the world is he bless'd.
1Both sexes give ear to my fancy,In praise of sweet woman I sing,Confined not to Doll, Sue, or Nancy,The mate of the beggar or king.When Adam was first a-created,And lord of the universe crown'd,His happiness was not completed,Until that a helpmate was found.2A garden was planted by Nature,Man could not produce in his life,But no rest had he till his CreatorDiscovered he wanted a wife.He had horses and foxes for huntingWhich most men love dearly as life,No relishsome food was a wantingBut still—he was short of a wife.3As Adam was resting in slumber,He lost a small rib from his side,And when he awoke—'twas in wonder,To see a most beautiful bride.In transport he gazèd upon her,His happiness now was complete.He praisèd the bountiful Donor,Who to him had given a mate.4She was not taken out of his head, sir,To rule and to triumph in man.Nor was she took out of his foot, sir,By him to be trampled upon.But she was took out of his side, sir,His equal co-partner to be;So, united is man with his bride, sir,Yet man is the top of the tree.5Then let not the fair be despisèdBy man, as she's part of himself.Let woman by man be a-prizèdAs more than the world full of wealth.A man without woman's a beggar,Tho' by him the world were possess'dBut a beggar that's got a good womanWith more than the world is he bless'd.
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Both sexes give ear to my fancy,In praise of sweet woman I sing,Confined not to Doll, Sue, or Nancy,The mate of the beggar or king.When Adam was first a-created,And lord of the universe crown'd,His happiness was not completed,Until that a helpmate was found.
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A garden was planted by Nature,Man could not produce in his life,But no rest had he till his CreatorDiscovered he wanted a wife.He had horses and foxes for huntingWhich most men love dearly as life,No relishsome food was a wantingBut still—he was short of a wife.
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As Adam was resting in slumber,He lost a small rib from his side,And when he awoke—'twas in wonder,To see a most beautiful bride.In transport he gazèd upon her,His happiness now was complete.He praisèd the bountiful Donor,Who to him had given a mate.
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She was not taken out of his head, sir,To rule and to triumph in man.Nor was she took out of his foot, sir,By him to be trampled upon.But she was took out of his side, sir,His equal co-partner to be;So, united is man with his bride, sir,Yet man is the top of the tree.
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Then let not the fair be despisèdBy man, as she's part of himself.Let woman by man be a-prizèdAs more than the world full of wealth.A man without woman's a beggar,Tho' by him the world were possess'dBut a beggar that's got a good womanWith more than the world is he bless'd.
F.W.B.
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1I rode my little horse, from London town I came,I rode into the country, to seek myself a dame,And if I meet a pretty maid, be sure I'll kiss her then;And swear that I will marry her—but will not tell herwhen!2I found a buxom widow, with many tons of gold,I lived upon her fortune, as long as it would hold.Of pounds I took five hundred, bestrode my horse, and then,I promised I would marry her—but never told herwhen!3A vintner had a daughter, the Golden Sun his sign,I tarried at his tavern, I drank his choicest wine;I drank out all his cellar, bestrode my horse, and then,I said the maid I'd marry,—but never told himwhen!4The guineas are expended, the wine is also spent;The widow and the maiden, they languish and lament.And if they come to seek me, I'll pack them back again,With promises of marriage,—but never tell themwhen.5My little horse I mounted, the world that I might see,I found a pretty maiden—as poor as poor could be.My little horse neglected, to London ran away,I asked if she would marry, and bade her name the day.
1I rode my little horse, from London town I came,I rode into the country, to seek myself a dame,And if I meet a pretty maid, be sure I'll kiss her then;And swear that I will marry her—but will not tell herwhen!2I found a buxom widow, with many tons of gold,I lived upon her fortune, as long as it would hold.Of pounds I took five hundred, bestrode my horse, and then,I promised I would marry her—but never told herwhen!3A vintner had a daughter, the Golden Sun his sign,I tarried at his tavern, I drank his choicest wine;I drank out all his cellar, bestrode my horse, and then,I said the maid I'd marry,—but never told himwhen!4The guineas are expended, the wine is also spent;The widow and the maiden, they languish and lament.And if they come to seek me, I'll pack them back again,With promises of marriage,—but never tell themwhen.5My little horse I mounted, the world that I might see,I found a pretty maiden—as poor as poor could be.My little horse neglected, to London ran away,I asked if she would marry, and bade her name the day.
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I rode my little horse, from London town I came,I rode into the country, to seek myself a dame,And if I meet a pretty maid, be sure I'll kiss her then;And swear that I will marry her—but will not tell herwhen!
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I found a buxom widow, with many tons of gold,I lived upon her fortune, as long as it would hold.Of pounds I took five hundred, bestrode my horse, and then,I promised I would marry her—but never told herwhen!
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A vintner had a daughter, the Golden Sun his sign,I tarried at his tavern, I drank his choicest wine;I drank out all his cellar, bestrode my horse, and then,I said the maid I'd marry,—but never told himwhen!
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The guineas are expended, the wine is also spent;The widow and the maiden, they languish and lament.And if they come to seek me, I'll pack them back again,With promises of marriage,—but never tell themwhen.
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My little horse I mounted, the world that I might see,I found a pretty maiden—as poor as poor could be.My little horse neglected, to London ran away,I asked if she would marry, and bade her name the day.
C.J.S.
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1As I walked out one morn betime,To view the fields in May, Sir,There I espied a fair sweet maid,Among the new-mown hay, Sir.Among the new-mown hay.2I said: 'Good morning, pretty maid,How come you here so soon, say?''To keep my father's sheep,' she said,'A thing that must be done, aye!Among the new-mown hay.3'While they be feeding mid the dew,To pass the time away, Sir!I sit me down to knit and sew,Among the new-mown hay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.'4I ask'd if she would wed with me,All on that sunny day, Sir!The answer that she gave to meWas surely not a nay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.5Then to the church we sped with speedAnd Hymen join'd our hands, Sir!No more the ewes and lambs she'll feedSince she did make her answer,Among the new-mown hay.6A lord I be, a lady she,To town we sped straightway, Sir!To bless the day, we both agree,We met among the hay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.
1As I walked out one morn betime,To view the fields in May, Sir,There I espied a fair sweet maid,Among the new-mown hay, Sir.Among the new-mown hay.2I said: 'Good morning, pretty maid,How come you here so soon, say?''To keep my father's sheep,' she said,'A thing that must be done, aye!Among the new-mown hay.3'While they be feeding mid the dew,To pass the time away, Sir!I sit me down to knit and sew,Among the new-mown hay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.'4I ask'd if she would wed with me,All on that sunny day, Sir!The answer that she gave to meWas surely not a nay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.5Then to the church we sped with speedAnd Hymen join'd our hands, Sir!No more the ewes and lambs she'll feedSince she did make her answer,Among the new-mown hay.6A lord I be, a lady she,To town we sped straightway, Sir!To bless the day, we both agree,We met among the hay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.
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As I walked out one morn betime,To view the fields in May, Sir,There I espied a fair sweet maid,Among the new-mown hay, Sir.Among the new-mown hay.
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I said: 'Good morning, pretty maid,How come you here so soon, say?''To keep my father's sheep,' she said,'A thing that must be done, aye!Among the new-mown hay.
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'While they be feeding mid the dew,To pass the time away, Sir!I sit me down to knit and sew,Among the new-mown hay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.'
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I ask'd if she would wed with me,All on that sunny day, Sir!The answer that she gave to meWas surely not a nay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.
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Then to the church we sped with speedAnd Hymen join'd our hands, Sir!No more the ewes and lambs she'll feedSince she did make her answer,Among the new-mown hay.
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A lord I be, a lady she,To town we sped straightway, Sir!To bless the day, we both agree,We met among the hay, Sir!Among the new-mown hay.
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1I'll build myself a gallant ship,A ship of noble fame;And four and twenty mariners,Shall box and man the same;And I will stand, with helm in hand,To urge them o'er the main.2No scarf shall o'er my shoulders go,I will not comb my hair;The pale moonlight, the candle brightShall neither tell I'm fair.Beside the mast I stand so fast,Unresting in despair.3The rain may beat, and round my feetThe waters wash and foam,O thou North wind lag not behindBut bear me far from home!My hands I wring, and sobbing sing,As over seas I roam.4The moon so pale shall light my sail,As o'er the sea I fly,To where afar the Eastern starIs twinkling in the sky.I would I were with my love fair,Ere ever my love die!
1I'll build myself a gallant ship,A ship of noble fame;And four and twenty mariners,Shall box and man the same;And I will stand, with helm in hand,To urge them o'er the main.2No scarf shall o'er my shoulders go,I will not comb my hair;The pale moonlight, the candle brightShall neither tell I'm fair.Beside the mast I stand so fast,Unresting in despair.3The rain may beat, and round my feetThe waters wash and foam,O thou North wind lag not behindBut bear me far from home!My hands I wring, and sobbing sing,As over seas I roam.4The moon so pale shall light my sail,As o'er the sea I fly,To where afar the Eastern starIs twinkling in the sky.I would I were with my love fair,Ere ever my love die!
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I'll build myself a gallant ship,A ship of noble fame;And four and twenty mariners,Shall box and man the same;And I will stand, with helm in hand,To urge them o'er the main.
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No scarf shall o'er my shoulders go,I will not comb my hair;The pale moonlight, the candle brightShall neither tell I'm fair.Beside the mast I stand so fast,Unresting in despair.
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The rain may beat, and round my feetThe waters wash and foam,O thou North wind lag not behindBut bear me far from home!My hands I wring, and sobbing sing,As over seas I roam.
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The moon so pale shall light my sail,As o'er the sea I fly,To where afar the Eastern starIs twinkling in the sky.I would I were with my love fair,Ere ever my love die!
C.J.S.
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1A story, a story, I'll tell you just now,It's all about killing of Colly, my cow.Ah! my pretty Colly, poor Colly, my cow!Poor Colly will give no more milk to me now.And that is the way my fortune doth go!2Says little Tom Dicker, Pray what do you mean,By killing your Colly when she was so lean?Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.3Then cometh the Tripeman so trim and so neat,He bids me three ha'pence for belly and feet;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.4Then cometh the Tanner with sword at his side,He bids me three shillings for Colly, her hide;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.5Then cometh the Horner who roguery scorns,He bids me three ha'pence for Colly, her horns;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.6The skin of my Colly was softer than silk,And three times a day did my Colly give milk;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.7Here's an end to my Colly, she's gone past recall,I have sold my poor Colly, hide, horns, feet and all.Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.8Three shillings and three pence are all for my pains,I've lost my poor Colly, my milk and my gains.Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
1A story, a story, I'll tell you just now,It's all about killing of Colly, my cow.Ah! my pretty Colly, poor Colly, my cow!Poor Colly will give no more milk to me now.And that is the way my fortune doth go!2Says little Tom Dicker, Pray what do you mean,By killing your Colly when she was so lean?Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.3Then cometh the Tripeman so trim and so neat,He bids me three ha'pence for belly and feet;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.4Then cometh the Tanner with sword at his side,He bids me three shillings for Colly, her hide;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.5Then cometh the Horner who roguery scorns,He bids me three ha'pence for Colly, her horns;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.6The skin of my Colly was softer than silk,And three times a day did my Colly give milk;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.7Here's an end to my Colly, she's gone past recall,I have sold my poor Colly, hide, horns, feet and all.Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.8Three shillings and three pence are all for my pains,I've lost my poor Colly, my milk and my gains.Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
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A story, a story, I'll tell you just now,It's all about killing of Colly, my cow.Ah! my pretty Colly, poor Colly, my cow!Poor Colly will give no more milk to me now.And that is the way my fortune doth go!
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Says little Tom Dicker, Pray what do you mean,By killing your Colly when she was so lean?Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
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Then cometh the Tripeman so trim and so neat,He bids me three ha'pence for belly and feet;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
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Then cometh the Tanner with sword at his side,He bids me three shillings for Colly, her hide;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
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Then cometh the Horner who roguery scorns,He bids me three ha'pence for Colly, her horns;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
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The skin of my Colly was softer than silk,And three times a day did my Colly give milk;Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
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Here's an end to my Colly, she's gone past recall,I have sold my poor Colly, hide, horns, feet and all.Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
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Three shillings and three pence are all for my pains,I've lost my poor Colly, my milk and my gains.Ah! my pretty Colly, &c.
H.F.S.
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1Within a garden a maiden lingered,When soft the shades of evening fell,Expecting, fearing,A footstep hearing,Her love appearing,To say farewell.2With sighs and sorrow their vows they plightedOne more embrace, one last adieu;Tho' seas divide, love,In this confide, love,Whate'er betide, love,To thee I'm true.3Long years are over, and still the maidenSeeks oft at eve the trysting tree;Her promise keeping,And, faithful, weeping,Her lost love sleepingAcross the sea.
1Within a garden a maiden lingered,When soft the shades of evening fell,Expecting, fearing,A footstep hearing,Her love appearing,To say farewell.2With sighs and sorrow their vows they plightedOne more embrace, one last adieu;Tho' seas divide, love,In this confide, love,Whate'er betide, love,To thee I'm true.3Long years are over, and still the maidenSeeks oft at eve the trysting tree;Her promise keeping,And, faithful, weeping,Her lost love sleepingAcross the sea.
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Within a garden a maiden lingered,When soft the shades of evening fell,Expecting, fearing,A footstep hearing,Her love appearing,To say farewell.
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With sighs and sorrow their vows they plightedOne more embrace, one last adieu;Tho' seas divide, love,In this confide, love,Whate'er betide, love,To thee I'm true.
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Long years are over, and still the maidenSeeks oft at eve the trysting tree;Her promise keeping,And, faithful, weeping,Her lost love sleepingAcross the sea.
C.J.S.
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1I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird,And I thought to make him my own;But he loves a she far better than me,And has taken his flight and is flown.2I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird,O I lovèd I vow and protest.I lovèd him well, and O! so very wellI built him a nest in my breast.3O since he is gone, I will let him alone,Although that I ache and I burn.If he loves a she far better than me,Then I hope he will not return.4I lookèd to East and I lookèd to WestThe weather was hot and was calm.And then I did spy my own bonny birdWas perch'd on another maid's arm.5Then up the green valley and down the green grove,As one distracted in mind,With whoop and halloo, in sorrow I roveNo other such bird will I find.6Now if she have gotten my bonny bird,I never shall get him again.But though I have lost him for ever a day,I'll think of him still in my pain.
1I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird,And I thought to make him my own;But he loves a she far better than me,And has taken his flight and is flown.2I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird,O I lovèd I vow and protest.I lovèd him well, and O! so very wellI built him a nest in my breast.3O since he is gone, I will let him alone,Although that I ache and I burn.If he loves a she far better than me,Then I hope he will not return.4I lookèd to East and I lookèd to WestThe weather was hot and was calm.And then I did spy my own bonny birdWas perch'd on another maid's arm.5Then up the green valley and down the green grove,As one distracted in mind,With whoop and halloo, in sorrow I roveNo other such bird will I find.6Now if she have gotten my bonny bird,I never shall get him again.But though I have lost him for ever a day,I'll think of him still in my pain.
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I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird,And I thought to make him my own;But he loves a she far better than me,And has taken his flight and is flown.
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I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird,O I lovèd I vow and protest.I lovèd him well, and O! so very wellI built him a nest in my breast.
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O since he is gone, I will let him alone,Although that I ache and I burn.If he loves a she far better than me,Then I hope he will not return.
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I lookèd to East and I lookèd to WestThe weather was hot and was calm.And then I did spy my own bonny birdWas perch'd on another maid's arm.
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Then up the green valley and down the green grove,As one distracted in mind,With whoop and halloo, in sorrow I roveNo other such bird will I find.
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Now if she have gotten my bonny bird,I never shall get him again.But though I have lost him for ever a day,I'll think of him still in my pain.
C.J.S.
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1'Twas of a brisk young ladyAnd of a 'prentice boy.They courted one another,And he was all her joy;The 'prentice boy was banish'dUnto a foreign shore,And sad at heart he fanciedHe'd never see her more.2There came that way a squireA man of high degree,Said he: 'I'll give you wagesBe servant unto me.'But oh! the fair young ladyShe piteously did cryAll for the love she bore himShe thought that she must die.3Now first he was in stable,With horses at the stall,And then advanced to table,And servèd in the hall.And next he was advancèdAs butler to the sameAnd for his good behaviourA steward last became.4O then into a lotteryHe put his money down,He drew a prize and gainèdFull twenty thousand pound.'Farewell, farewell my master!Farewell, my lady kind!For I must seek my own true loveThat tarrieth behind.'5He dress'd himself in velvet,In gold and silver braid;And so returned to EnglandTo his true love with speed.And when he did espy herT'embrace her did essay,But from his arms she startedAnd frightened drew away.6'Your gold and shining silverYour velvets I defyI love a humble 'prenticeI'll love him till I die.''O lady fair! my only,Return unto my arms.I many years was banish'dAnd might not see your charms.'7Then closely she observed him,And knew him now again.Her smiles dispelled her fearsAs sun disperseth rain.With kisses out of measureShe clasped him to her heart,'O now we meet together,We never more shall, part.'
1'Twas of a brisk young ladyAnd of a 'prentice boy.They courted one another,And he was all her joy;The 'prentice boy was banish'dUnto a foreign shore,And sad at heart he fanciedHe'd never see her more.2There came that way a squireA man of high degree,Said he: 'I'll give you wagesBe servant unto me.'But oh! the fair young ladyShe piteously did cryAll for the love she bore himShe thought that she must die.3Now first he was in stable,With horses at the stall,And then advanced to table,And servèd in the hall.And next he was advancèdAs butler to the sameAnd for his good behaviourA steward last became.4O then into a lotteryHe put his money down,He drew a prize and gainèdFull twenty thousand pound.'Farewell, farewell my master!Farewell, my lady kind!For I must seek my own true loveThat tarrieth behind.'5He dress'd himself in velvet,In gold and silver braid;And so returned to EnglandTo his true love with speed.And when he did espy herT'embrace her did essay,But from his arms she startedAnd frightened drew away.6'Your gold and shining silverYour velvets I defyI love a humble 'prenticeI'll love him till I die.''O lady fair! my only,Return unto my arms.I many years was banish'dAnd might not see your charms.'7Then closely she observed him,And knew him now again.Her smiles dispelled her fearsAs sun disperseth rain.With kisses out of measureShe clasped him to her heart,'O now we meet together,We never more shall, part.'
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'Twas of a brisk young ladyAnd of a 'prentice boy.They courted one another,And he was all her joy;The 'prentice boy was banish'dUnto a foreign shore,And sad at heart he fanciedHe'd never see her more.
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There came that way a squireA man of high degree,Said he: 'I'll give you wagesBe servant unto me.'But oh! the fair young ladyShe piteously did cryAll for the love she bore himShe thought that she must die.
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Now first he was in stable,With horses at the stall,And then advanced to table,And servèd in the hall.And next he was advancèdAs butler to the sameAnd for his good behaviourA steward last became.
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O then into a lotteryHe put his money down,He drew a prize and gainèdFull twenty thousand pound.'Farewell, farewell my master!Farewell, my lady kind!For I must seek my own true loveThat tarrieth behind.'
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He dress'd himself in velvet,In gold and silver braid;And so returned to EnglandTo his true love with speed.And when he did espy herT'embrace her did essay,But from his arms she startedAnd frightened drew away.
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'Your gold and shining silverYour velvets I defyI love a humble 'prenticeI'll love him till I die.''O lady fair! my only,Return unto my arms.I many years was banish'dAnd might not see your charms.'
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Then closely she observed him,And knew him now again.Her smiles dispelled her fearsAs sun disperseth rain.With kisses out of measureShe clasped him to her heart,'O now we meet together,We never more shall, part.'
C.J.S.
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