CONTENTS PAGE . . . A jolly fat Friar loved liquor good store A song to the Oak, the brave old Oak Adieu ! adieu ! our Dream of Love Myrtle and Vine". 296 218 308 Thomas K. Hervey 78 MS. temp. Henry VIII. 23 176 100 . As I walked forth one Summer's day Ask you who is singing here ? . Begone, dull Care Playford's “ Musical Com- 125 307 Blow high, blow low Charles Dibdin 185 George Meredith 81 Born in yon Blaze of orient Sky Bright Chanticleer proclaims the Dawn. Anonymous 233 . Doubtful 129 . . Cease, anxious World, your fruitless pain Sir George Etheredge 5 . Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer C. A. Stevens Chloris, now thou art fled away Come, all ye jolly Sailors bold Come bustle, bustle, drink about Come, if you dare, our Trumpets sound. John Dryden J. Bickerstaffe W. Shakspeare . 68 304 134 Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom Thomas Dibdin Dame Durden had five serving girls Anonymous Dear Betty, come give me sweet kisses . Sir C. H. Williams Samuel Rogers . Doubtful . Nicholas Rowe. 103 . 264 43 132 39 Fain would I love, but that I fear . Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design Fair Sylvia, cease to blame my youth Lord Cantalupe 64 57 61 72 . . PAGE 155 207 68 143 283 45 Forth from my dark and dismal cell William Basse Gently stir, and blow the fire Give me more Love, or more Disdain Thomas Carew . Go, lovely Rose Edmund Waller Go patter to lubbers and swabs Go, you may call it Madness, Folly Samuel Rogers . Good-morrow to the Day so fair 110 108 Had I a heart for falsehood framed R. B. Sheridan 70 Hark! the Convent-bells T. H. Bailey 302 Hark! the hollow Woods resounding “Sportsman's Vocal Cabinet 247 He comes ! he comes! the Hero comes ! H. Carey · 210 Thomas Carew . 44 Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling Charles Dibdin 187 Dyer 126 133 How happy a state does the Miller possess Charles Highmore 290 Sir H. Votton. 145 213 300 . . 119 260 . . 145 257 47 41 . . 311 . 305 . 54 . . I have no riches, neither know I have been in love, and in debt, and in I loved thee once, I'll love no more Sir Robert Aytoun I love it, I love it, and who shall dare Eliza Cook I never yet could see that Face I prithee, send me back my Heart Sir John Suckling I see she flies me every where I sing the British Seaman's praise Edward Rushton If all the World and Love were young If he to whom this Toast we drink Charles Mackay If I live to grow old, for I find I go down Dr. Walter Pope . If thou beest born to strange sights John Donne Let Rakes for Pleasure range the town Edward Moore . Like as the Damask Rose you see Loud roar'd the dreadful Thunder Andrew Cherry Love is a Sickness full of Woes Love is the Blossom where there blows. Giles Fletcher George Colman 301 . 112 |