The British Minstrel; A Choice Collection of Modern Songs. 2 PT. [In 1 Vol. with a General Title-Leaf the British Minstrel, a Choice Collection of Popular Songs].

The British Minstrel; A Choice Collection of Modern Songs. 2 PT. [In 1 Vol. with a General Title-Leaf the British Minstrel, a Choice Collection of Popular Songs].

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1848* edition. Excerpt: ...and I are sailors!" 'TWAS MERRY IN THE HALL. Music--at Z. T. Purday's, Holborn, and Duncomb's, Middle-Row, Holborn. Our ancient English melodies Are banish'd out of doors, And nothing's heard in modern days. But Signoras and Signors. 'Such airs I hate Like a pig in a gate, Give me the good old strain, When 'twas merry in the hall, The beards wagg'd all, We shall never see the like again, We shall never see the like again. On beds of down our dandies lay, And waste the cheerful morn, While our squires of old would rouse the day With the sound of the bugle horn; And their wives took care The feast to prepare, For when they left the plain, Oh! 'twas merry in the hall. The beards wagg'd all, We shall never see the like again, We shall never see the like again., Twas then the Christmas tale was told Of goblin, ghost, or fairy, And they cheer'd the hearts of the tenants old With a cup of good canary And they each took a smack Of the cold blackjack, Till the fire burn'd in each brain; Oh! 'twas merry in the hall, The beards wagg'd all, May we soon see the like again, May we soon see the like again. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. Music--at Duncomb's, Middle-Row, Holborn. Our bugles sung truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel-stars set their watch in the sky, And thousands had sunk on the ground, overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw. By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, 4.t the dead of the night, a sweet vision I saw, And twice, ere the cock crew, I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track, Till Autumn and sunshine disclosed the sweet way To the house of my father, who welcomed me back. I flew...show more

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  • Paperback | 116 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 222g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236593901
  • 9781236593900