The comic song book, ed. by J.E. CarpenterRoutledge, Warne & Routledge, 1863 - 276 pages |
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Ballyporeen barber Barney beautiful Betsy Baker BEULER Billy Taylor bowld sojer boy Brewer & Co Brown call'd CHARLES DIBDIN charming cock cried d'ye dear Derry devil Doodle door ev'ry eyes Fal de ral foes folks follow the drum freedom of opinion friends girls head heart Heigho hone J. E. CARPENTER Jack Robinson John Kitty ladies legs look look'd Lord Lovel maid married merry Music ne'er never night nose o'er Old Jack Daw poor R. H. BARHAM ral loo ral ratcatcher's daughter Ri too ral Robinson Crusoe round Rowley rowly powly Sally Brown SAMUEL LOVER says Bryan O'Lynn sing sister song soon Spitfire Journal sure sweet swigg'd tell There's thing THOMAS HUDSON thought Tiddy iddy ol Tol de rol took town Twas walk Wapping wear whack Widow Machree wife wish woman Young Jack Daw
Popular passages
Page xvii - you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you cannot wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms!" "O false and fickle Nelly Gray! I know why you refuse: Though I've no feet, some other man Is standing in my shoes. "I wish I ne'er had seen your face; But, now, a long farewell! For you will be my death;— alas! You will not be my Nell!
Page xiv - Come, girl,' said he, 'hold up your head/ He'll be as good as me; For when your swain is in our boat, A boatswain he will be.
Page xvii - Before you had those timber toes, Your love I did allow, But then you know, you stand upon Another footing now!" "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! For all your jeering speeches, At duty's call I left my legs In Badajos's breaches!
Page xvii - One end he tied around a beam, And then removed his pegs, And, as his legs were off — of course. He soon was off his legs...
Page 252 - The town of Passage Is both large and spacious, And situated Upon the say. 'Tis nate and dacent, And quite adjacent To come from Cork On a summer's day ; There you may slip in To take a dipping, Foment the shipping That at anchor ride ; Or in a wherry Cross o'er the ferry To Carrigaloe, On the other side.
Page 83 - Tis destroying your hair Which should be flowing free; Be no longer a churl Of its black silken curl — Och hone! Widow Machree! Widow Machree, now the summer is come, Och hone! Widow Machree: When everything smiles, should a beauty look glum ? Och hone!
Page 219 - Boys, don't be fightin' for eight or for nine, Don't be always dividin' — but sometimes combine; Combine eight with nine, and seventeen is the mark, So let that be his birthday." — " Amen,
Page 235 - And as for them who're out all day On business from their houses, And late at night are coming home, To cheer their babes and spouses, — While you and I, Bill, on the deck Are comfortably lying, My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying!
Page 237 - Kings are by God appointed, And damned are those who dare resist, Or touch the Lord's anointed.
Page 53 - Ireland's isle; Where true hospitality opens the door, And friendship detains us for one bottle more. One bottle more, arrah, one bottle more: And friendship detains us for one bottle more. Old England, your taunts on our country forbear ; With our bulls and our brogues we are true and sincere ; For if but one bottle remains in our store, We have generous hearts to give that bottle more.