Wit and Mirth: Or, Pills to Purge Melancholy: Being a Collection of the Best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to All Humours, Having Each Their Proper Tune for Either Voice, Or Instrument: Most of the Songs Being New Set... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, Volumen41719 |
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agen Altho Ay marry BALLAD bless Blood Body can deny Brandon Heath brave Butler's Bald Colt call'd Charms Chloris chuse Cretan Bull cruel cry'd Cuckolds Custard Dance dear Delight Derry Devil doth Drink e'er Earl Dowglas Earl Piercy EDWARD KEAN ev'ry Eyes fair Fallow Deer Fane Shore fear Foan Fockey Gallant give halla lu hath Heart Honest Man's Fortune Horn Humbledum Jane kind King Edward Kiss Kiss'd Lady Lady's Lass Love Maid Merry Musick ne'er never Night Nose o'er Oh hone Pain Passion Pillycock pity Pleasure poor pray pretty Queen quoth Sheela joy Shepherd shew Sighs Sing Sir Hugh Montgomery Sir William Butler's slain SONG Sorrow Sport sweet Tan-tivee tell thee There's thing thro Tividale Town toy'd Tune twas twill unto VVith Wench Whoreson began Woman worthy Prince wou'd Youth
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Página 264 - Accursed be he," Earl Percy said, " By whom this is denied." Then stepped a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said, "I would not have it told To Henry our king, for shame, " That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on.— You...
Página 84 - No shape to feed a loving eye ; To none of these I yield as thrall, For why? my mind doth serve for all.
Página 264 - They closed full fast on every side, No slackness there was found; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground.
Página 115 - Which may gain her name of best; If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be ! 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool, and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do, That without them dare to woo.
Página 263 - Lo! yonder doth Earl Douglas come, His men in armour bright; Full twenty hundred Scottish spears, All marching in our sight; "All men of pleasant Tividale, Fast by the river Tweed...
Página 267 - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree; An arrow of a cloth-yard long To the hard head haled he.
Página 269 - twill no better be, I trust I have within my realm Five hundred as good as he. Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say, But I will vengeance take, And be revenged on them all For brave Lord Percy's sake.
Página 262 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Página 261 - GOD prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all; A woful hunting once there did In Chevy-Chase befall. To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way; The child may rue that is unborn The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer days to take; The...