Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 psl. |
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... town , When the bagpipes baited the bull , I'm KING OF THE FIDLERS , and swear tis a truth , And call him that doubts it a gull . For I faw them fighting , and fiddled the while , & c . ( 9 ) . " Even fo late as the reign of Henry VIII ...
... town , When the bagpipes baited the bull , I'm KING OF THE FIDLERS , and swear tis a truth , And call him that doubts it a gull . For I faw them fighting , and fiddled the while , & c . ( 9 ) . " Even fo late as the reign of Henry VIII ...
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... town : Their pretty lips with blackberries Were all befmear'd and dy'd ; And when they faw the darkfome night , They fate then down and cry'd ( 5 ) . ( 4 ) Little Mufgrave and Lady Barnard . ( 5 ) Children in the Wood . These Thefe ...
... town : Their pretty lips with blackberries Were all befmear'd and dy'd ; And when they faw the darkfome night , They fate then down and cry'd ( 5 ) . ( 4 ) Little Mufgrave and Lady Barnard . ( 5 ) Children in the Wood . These Thefe ...
xxviii psl.
... town and thabbey [ of St. Ed- mundes Burye ] ; but bycause he might come upon them the more unwares , he fwarved a litel out of the waye , as thoughe he ment not to come neare theim . Now while his Gallantes paused upon the heathe ...
... town and thabbey [ of St. Ed- mundes Burye ] ; but bycause he might come upon them the more unwares , he fwarved a litel out of the waye , as thoughe he ment not to come neare theim . Now while his Gallantes paused upon the heathe ...
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... town with fuch vigour , that he carried it with the lofs of 25,700 Scots . This happened on the thirtieth of March in the fame year ( 7 ) . Songs on national topics were at this time generally written in French , feveral of which , and ...
... town with fuch vigour , that he carried it with the lofs of 25,700 Scots . This happened on the thirtieth of March in the fame year ( 7 ) . Songs on national topics were at this time generally written in French , feveral of which , and ...
xlviii psl.
... town . Mr. Warton , who has printed the first of them , feems to discover some resemblance between this fame Joly Cheperte and Thomas of Erfildon , the Scotish vaticinal rimer ( 3 ) . After the first battle of St. Albans , between Henry ...
... town . Mr. Warton , who has printed the first of them , feems to discover some resemblance between this fame Joly Cheperte and Thomas of Erfildon , the Scotish vaticinal rimer ( 3 ) . After the first battle of St. Albans , between Henry ...
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