Billy and Nancy’s Kind Parting The Banks of Clady To which are added, &c. Billy and Nancy’s Kind Parting. Farewel my dear Nancy, for now I must leave you. and to the West Indies my course I must steer,I know very well my absence will grieve you, but my dear I’ll return in the spring…
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High Germany The Lady’s Evening Companion, Being A Choice Collection of Songs, sung this season at Vauxhall, and other public Places of Entertainment. Printed by M. Bowley, No. 96, Aldergate Street, London. High Germany. A new Song. O Polly love, O Polly love, the rout is begun, And we must all away by the beat…
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The Undaunted Female Come all you true lovers and a story I’ll unfold, Of an undaunted female and a gallant soldier bold, Young Mary was a damsel fair so virtuous and so kind, And young William was as gallant a man every crossed the Line. Long time these couple courted, but her father did not…
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The Soldier’s Delight, or the She Voluntier Being a True and Faithful Narative of a certain YoungLover, who Courting a scornful Mistress, went discontentedinto the Army; and she, repenting of her unkindness, to recompense the Soldier’s affection, disguised her sex and Listed her self Voluntier. A young man lately lov’d a Lass, of beauy so…
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London Merchant. ‘Tis of a rich Merchant near London we hear, Had a comely young daughter most beauteous and fair, 20 thousand bright guineas was her portion on gold, Till she Fell in love with a young sailor bold. O when that the Merchant these tidings did hear, Upon the young sailor he vengence did…
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Canada I O The Lady’s trip to Kennady There was a gallant lady, All in her tender years, She was courted by a sailor, ‘Twas true she lov’d him dear; And how to get to sea with him, The way she did not know, She fain would see the pretty place Call’d Kannady-i-o She bargain’d…
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The Soldier’s Bride Young Delia once, a soldier’s bride,Assumed the soldier’s garb;But yet not her’s the warrior’s stride,Nor hers the snaffled barb;A cap and feather graced her brow,Her form the Highland plaid;In vaine–her voice, so faint and low,The trembling fair betrayed. This distant camp her Henry sought,His country’s foes t’engage,–Why cannot I, delightful though!She cried,…
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