The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth; Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language

The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth; Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : With a Copious and Classified Index ...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1828 edition. Excerpt: ...a liking to her; and what do you think she did'! she mended the parson's black stockings with white worsted, and sent him hopping to church like a magpie. Oh! she's a cheerful lass, and always sings--Ka, ba, wa, Bcc. My present wife just suits again, And I trust I may have occasion to Raise a new race of recruits again, To keep us from foreign invasion, too. She's a sweet-temper'd creature, good lack! With a title I hope won't degrade her, too, For, having a hump on her back, Why, you may call her my wife or my lady, too. SPOI(EN. I have but one child by her, and a sharp lad he is. Turning the corner of the street the other day, he ran full-but against an attorney, and, d---me, if he has been able to speak a word of truth ever since. Having given you a full description of my wives and family, I wish you could see us all sitting in the chimney--corncr, on a winter's evening, every one of us singing--Kn, ba, Wu, dzc. (Grny.) COLD is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main, Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed. Mountains, ye mourn in vain! Modred, whose magic song Madp1 hgge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped ea, Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep, they do not sleep, On yonder clilfs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land '. With me, in dreadful harmony, they join, And wpave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy me. ( The singer here imitates the crying of a child.) Hush-a-by, wipe an eye, kiss a pretty, suck a titty. SPOKEN. Ha, ha! it was its none mamma's pretty, pretty; and, if he is...show more

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  • Paperback | 94 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 181g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236868838
  • 9781236868831