The Goldfinch, Or, New Modern Songster. Being a Select Collection of the Most Admired Scots and English Songs, Cantatas &C

The Goldfinch, Or, New Modern Songster. Being a Select Collection of the Most Admired Scots and English Songs, Cantatas &C

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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. 1782* edition. Excerpt: ...Then we'll defend our liberty, our country, and our laws, And teach our late posterity to sight in Freedom's cause, That they, like our ancestors bold, for honour and applause, May desy the French and Spaniards to alter our laws. SONG CLVI. DE'IL TAK THE WARS. DE'IL tak the wars that hurried Billy from me, Who to love me just had sworn; They made him captain sure to undo me; Woe's me! he'll ne'er return. A thousand loons abroad will sight him, He from thousands ne'er will run: Day and night I did invite him, To stay at home from sword and gun. I us'd alluring graces, With muckle kind embraces, Now sighing, then crying, tears dropping fall; And had he my soft arms Preferr'd to war's alarms', By love grown mad, without the man of God, s fear in my sit I had granted all. I Wash'd, and patch'd, to make me look provoking; Snares that they told me would catch the men, And on my head a huge commode fat poking, Which made me shew as tall again; For a new gown too I paid muckle money, Which with golden flow'rs did shine; My love well might think me gay and bonny, No Scots lass was e'er so sine. My petticoat I spotted, Fringe too with thread I knotted, Lace-shoes, and silk-hose garter'd full o'er knee; But, oh! the fatal thought, To Billy these are nought; Who rode to towns, and rifled with dragoons, When he, silly loon, might have plunder'd me. SONG CLVII. JAMIE GAY. AS Jamie gay gang'd blithe his way Along the river Tweed. A bonny lass, as e'er was seen, Came tripping o'er the mead. The hearty swain, untaught to feign, The buxom nymph survey'd, And, full of glee as lad could be, Bespoke the pretty maid. Dear lassie tell, why by thine sell Thou hast'ly wand'rest here. My ewes, she cry'd, are straying wide, Canst tell me, laddie, where? To town I hy, more

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  • Paperback | 78 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 154g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236582667
  • 9781236582669