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One Penny,
THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
O R
SIREN MEDLEY.
The Plr.n of the PaWlflier is lo embody in one Grand Folio Vulume, all ihe "^ong^, ancient and modern, in tlie Engli* Language;
worth prelcrving — forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Senlinienlal,War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and political
Songs ; as well as Old Englifti, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &e. To which will be added, a complete Index.
The Blufh of Aurora.
J. HE blufh of Aurora now tinges the morn,
And dew-drops befpangle the fvveet-icented thorn;
Then found, brother fportfman, found, found the
gay horn.
Till Phoebus awakens the day,
And fee, now he riles in fplandor how bright !
lO Paean for Phoebus, the god of delight ;
All glorious in beauty, now banifh the night,
Then mount, boys to horfe, and aw'ay.
What rapture* can equal the joys of the chace ?
Health, bloom and contentment appear in each face,
A.nd in. our fwift couvfers what beauty and grace,
Vi'hile we the fleet ftag do purfue ?
At the deep and harmonious cry of the hounds,
Struck by terror, he burfts from the lorefl's wide
bounds.
And the' like the lightning he darts o'er the grounds
Yet flill boys we have him in view.
When chac'd till quite fpent, he his life docs refign.
Our viftim we'll ofl'er at Bacchus's fhrine.
And rcvel in honour of Nimvod divine.
That hunter Jo mighty oi fame ;
Our glaffes then charge to our country and king;
Love and beauty we'll ch;irge to, and jovially fmg,
Wifliing health and fuccefs'till wc make the houle
rirg",
To all fportfmen and fons of the game !
O lay fimple Maid.
.INCi.IU
SAY, fimple maid, have you form'd any
notion.
Of all the rude dangers in croffing the ocean?
When winds whiftle fhrilly, ah! won't theyTemind
70".
To figh with regret for the grot left behind you ?
YARICO.
Ah I no, I could follow, and fail the world over,
Nor think of my grot, when I look at my lover !
The winds which blow round us, your arms for my
pillow.
Will lull us to ileep, while we're rock'd by each
billow.
INCLE.
Then fay, lovely lafs, what if haply efpying
A rich gallant veffel with gay colours flying ?
YARICO. _
I'll journey with thee, love, to where the land
narrows.
And fling all my cares at my back with my arrows.
BOTH.
O fay then, my true love, we never will funder,
J>ior ■(hrir.k from the ten'jpeit, nor dread the big
thunder ;
Whilit conilant, we'll laugh at all changes of
weather,
And journey all over the world both together.
You know I'm your Prieft.
YOU know I'm your prieft and your confcience
is mine,
Eut if you grow wicked, 'tis not a good fign.
So leave off your rakeing and marry a wife.
And then, my dear Darby, you're lettl'd for life.
Sing Ballynamono Oro,
A good merry wedding for me.
The bans being publifh'd, to chapel we go.
The bride and the bridegroom in eoats white as
fnow,
So model! her air, and fo fheeplfh your look.
You out with your ring, and I pull out my book.
Sing Ballynomono, &c.
I thumb out the place., and I then read away.
He blufhes at love, and Ihe whifpei-s obey.
You take her dear hand to have and to hold,-
I fhut up my book, and I pocket your gold.
bing Ballynamono, &c.
That fnug little guinea for me.
The neighbours wifh joy to the bridegroom anJ
bride.
The pipers before us march on fide by fide ;
A plentiful dinner gives joy to each face;
The piper plays up, myfelf I fay grace.
Sing r<allynamono, &c.
A good wedding dinner for me.
The joke now goes round' and the fliockir.g is
thrown ;
The curtains are drawn, and you're both left alone;
' lis then, my dear boy, I believe you at home.
And hie for a chriil'ning in nine months to come.
Sing Ballynamono, &.c.
A good merry chrift'ning for me.
On Green Sedgy Banks.
VN the green fedgy banks of the fweet winding
' Tay,
As blithe as the woodlark that carols in May, ■
I pafs'd the gay mofnents with joy and delight.
For peace cheer'd the morn, and content crown'd
the night ;
Till love taught young hope my youth to deceive.
What we wifh to be true — love bids us believe.
V^ henever I wander, thro* hill, dale or E;rove,
Young Sandy would follow with foft tales of love;
Enraptur'd he prefs'd me, then vow'd with a figh.
If Jenny was cruel — alas ! he muft die ;
A youth fo engaging, with eafe might deceive —
What v.e wilh to be true — 'love bids us believe.
He flole my fond heart, then he left me to mourn.
For peace and content, that ne'er tan return ;
From the clown to the beau the fex are all arr.
They complain oi the wound, but we feel the iniiart:
We join in the fraud, and curfelves we deceive —
What we w iih to be iru*.— .lo^'e bids us believe;
^^.
One Penny,
THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
O R
SIREN MEDLEY.
The Plr.n of the PaWlflier is lo embody in one Grand Folio Vulume, all ihe "^ong^, ancient and modern, in tlie Engli* Language;
worth prelcrving — forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Senlinienlal,War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and political
Songs ; as well as Old Englifti, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &e. To which will be added, a complete Index.
The Blufh of Aurora.
J. HE blufh of Aurora now tinges the morn,
And dew-drops befpangle the fvveet-icented thorn;
Then found, brother fportfman, found, found the
gay horn.
Till Phoebus awakens the day,
And fee, now he riles in fplandor how bright !
lO Paean for Phoebus, the god of delight ;
All glorious in beauty, now banifh the night,
Then mount, boys to horfe, and aw'ay.
What rapture* can equal the joys of the chace ?
Health, bloom and contentment appear in each face,
A.nd in. our fwift couvfers what beauty and grace,
Vi'hile we the fleet ftag do purfue ?
At the deep and harmonious cry of the hounds,
Struck by terror, he burfts from the lorefl's wide
bounds.
And the' like the lightning he darts o'er the grounds
Yet flill boys we have him in view.
When chac'd till quite fpent, he his life docs refign.
Our viftim we'll ofl'er at Bacchus's fhrine.
And rcvel in honour of Nimvod divine.
That hunter Jo mighty oi fame ;
Our glaffes then charge to our country and king;
Love and beauty we'll ch;irge to, and jovially fmg,
Wifliing health and fuccefs'till wc make the houle
rirg",
To all fportfmen and fons of the game !
O lay fimple Maid.
.INCi.IU
SAY, fimple maid, have you form'd any
notion.
Of all the rude dangers in croffing the ocean?
When winds whiftle fhrilly, ah! won't theyTemind
70".
To figh with regret for the grot left behind you ?
YARICO.
Ah I no, I could follow, and fail the world over,
Nor think of my grot, when I look at my lover !
The winds which blow round us, your arms for my
pillow.
Will lull us to ileep, while we're rock'd by each
billow.
INCLE.
Then fay, lovely lafs, what if haply efpying
A rich gallant veffel with gay colours flying ?
YARICO. _
I'll journey with thee, love, to where the land
narrows.
And fling all my cares at my back with my arrows.
BOTH.
O fay then, my true love, we never will funder,
J>ior ■(hrir.k from the ten'jpeit, nor dread the big
thunder ;
Whilit conilant, we'll laugh at all changes of
weather,
And journey all over the world both together.
You know I'm your Prieft.
YOU know I'm your prieft and your confcience
is mine,
Eut if you grow wicked, 'tis not a good fign.
So leave off your rakeing and marry a wife.
And then, my dear Darby, you're lettl'd for life.
Sing Ballynamono Oro,
A good merry wedding for me.
The bans being publifh'd, to chapel we go.
The bride and the bridegroom in eoats white as
fnow,
So model! her air, and fo fheeplfh your look.
You out with your ring, and I pull out my book.
Sing Ballynomono, &c.
I thumb out the place., and I then read away.
He blufhes at love, and Ihe whifpei-s obey.
You take her dear hand to have and to hold,-
I fhut up my book, and I pocket your gold.
bing Ballynamono, &c.
That fnug little guinea for me.
The neighbours wifh joy to the bridegroom anJ
bride.
The pipers before us march on fide by fide ;
A plentiful dinner gives joy to each face;
The piper plays up, myfelf I fay grace.
Sing r<allynamono, &c.
A good wedding dinner for me.
The joke now goes round' and the fliockir.g is
thrown ;
The curtains are drawn, and you're both left alone;
' lis then, my dear boy, I believe you at home.
And hie for a chriil'ning in nine months to come.
Sing Ballynamono, &.c.
A good merry chrift'ning for me.
On Green Sedgy Banks.
VN the green fedgy banks of the fweet winding
' Tay,
As blithe as the woodlark that carols in May, ■
I pafs'd the gay mofnents with joy and delight.
For peace cheer'd the morn, and content crown'd
the night ;
Till love taught young hope my youth to deceive.
What we wifh to be true — love bids us believe.
V^ henever I wander, thro* hill, dale or E;rove,
Young Sandy would follow with foft tales of love;
Enraptur'd he prefs'd me, then vow'd with a figh.
If Jenny was cruel — alas ! he muft die ;
A youth fo engaging, with eafe might deceive —
What v.e wilh to be true — 'love bids us believe.
He flole my fond heart, then he left me to mourn.
For peace and content, that ne'er tan return ;
From the clown to the beau the fex are all arr.
They complain oi the wound, but we feel the iniiart:
We join in the fraud, and curfelves we deceive —
What we w iih to be iru*.— .lo^'e bids us believe;
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Description | Also: O say simple maid. Also: You know I'm your preist. Also: On green sedgy banks. |
Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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