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18th Century miscellaneous
songs
My mind to me a kingdom is
To hug yourself in perfect ease
What man, in his wits, had not
rather be poor
No glory I covet, no riches I
want
The glories of our birth and state
Nor
on beds of fading flowers
Come, come, my good shepherds,
our flocks we must shear
Goddess of ease leave Lethes brink
From the court to the cottage
convey me away
O say what is that thing call'd
light
Welcome, welcome brother debtor
How pleasant a sailors life passes
How happy a state does the miller
possess
The honest heart whose thoughts
are clear
The solitary bird of night
Two gossips they merryly meet
If
I live to grow old, as I find I go down
Gently stir and blow the fire
You gentlemen of England
When Orpheus went down to the
regions below
In
good king Charleses golden days
Blow, blow thou winter wind
The
wretch condemn'd with life to part
The
world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit
With an old song, made by an old
ancient pate
When
daffodils begin to peer
Who has e'er been at Paris must
needs know the Prior
From Oberon, in Fairy-land
Come, follow, follow me
Forth
from my dark and dismal cell
Under
the green-wood tree
Thursday
in the morn, the ides of May
The muse and the
hero together are fir'd
As near Porto Bello lying
To fair Fideles grassy tomb
Hark!
hark! jolly sportsmen, a while to my tale
Songs of shepherds, in rustical
roundelays
Thou
soft flowing Avon, by thy silver stream
When
icicles hang on the wall
When
daysies pied, and violets blue
When Troy town, for ten years
wars
God prosper long our noble king
My days have been so wond'rous
free
Cold and raw the north did blow
Of a worthy London prentice
On the brow of a hill a young
shepherdess dwelt
The bird that hears her nestlings
cry
The silver moons enamour'd beam
Waft me some soft and cooling
breeze
All my pass'd life is mine no
more
When
the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen
Vain
is ev'ry fond endeavor
The
festive board was met, the social band
Good morrow, Gossip Joan
The
Spring is coming
*The
Vicar of Bray
(see also: In good King Charles golden days)
*There was a jolly Miller
*When
the King enjoys his own again
*Row
well, ye mariners
*In
summer time when flow'rs do spring
*The
merry Milkmaids