Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 psl. |
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... fall chiefly into the hands of the vulgar , who had no better method of preferving their favourite compofitions , than by pafting them upon the wall ( i ) , their deftruction is eafily accounted for . The practice of collecting them ...
... fall chiefly into the hands of the vulgar , who had no better method of preferving their favourite compofitions , than by pafting them upon the wall ( i ) , their deftruction is eafily accounted for . The practice of collecting them ...
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... fall to the groude . Now a frende I haue foude That I woll nother banne ne curfe , But of all frendes in felde or towne , Euer gramercy myn owne purfe . My purse it is my preuy wyf , This fonge I dare bothe fynge and faye , ઈ It ...
... fall to the groude . Now a frende I haue foude That I woll nother banne ne curfe , But of all frendes in felde or towne , Euer gramercy myn owne purfe . My purse it is my preuy wyf , This fonge I dare bothe fynge and faye , ઈ It ...
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... fall , Full fewe of theym for you woll grede : Therfore affaye theym euerychone , 35 Bothe the better and the wurse : Our lorde that fhope bothe fonne and mone Sende vs spendynge in our purse . 40 III . TROLY LO . This fong , which is ...
... fall , Full fewe of theym for you woll grede : Therfore affaye theym euerychone , 35 Bothe the better and the wurse : Our lorde that fhope bothe fonne and mone Sende vs spendynge in our purse . 40 III . TROLY LO . This fong , which is ...
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... yt you growe fo grene . The tre maid anfwere by and by , I have good cauffe to growe triumphantly , The fweteft dew yt ev be fene Doth fall on me to kepe me grene . S 10 Yea , Yea , quoth ye maid , but where you growe 146 ANCIENT SONGS .
... yt you growe fo grene . The tre maid anfwere by and by , I have good cauffe to growe triumphantly , The fweteft dew yt ev be fene Doth fall on me to kepe me grene . S 10 Yea , Yea , quoth ye maid , but where you growe 146 ANCIENT SONGS .
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... the billowes of the fea , Hung their heads , & then lay by : In fweet muficke is fuch art ; Killing care , & griefe of heart , Fall afleepe , or , hearing , dye . 5 10 XVI . HARK ! XVI . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK . BY 182 ANCIENT SONGS .
... the billowes of the fea , Hung their heads , & then lay by : In fweet muficke is fuch art ; Killing care , & griefe of heart , Fall afleepe , or , hearing , dye . 5 10 XVI . HARK ! XVI . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK . BY 182 ANCIENT SONGS .
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