Partition Complete Book, pour Musical Repository, A Collection of Favourite Scotch, English, and Irish Songs, Set to Music

Various

Description

Visionnez la partition de musique pour Musical Repository Complete Book, chansons folkloriques, par Various. Cette partition de musique classique écrite pour les instruments comme: Solo voix
Cette partition se constitue de plusieurs mouvements et l'on retrouve ce genre de musique classifiée dans les genres

• chansons folkloriques
• chansons
• pour 1 voix
• pour voix non accompagnées
• partitions pour voix
• langue anglaise

Découvrez en même temps d'autres musique pour Solo voix sur YouScribe, dans la rubrique Partitions de musique classique.
Edition: Glasgow: Alex. Adam, for A. Carrick, 1799.

Sujets

• Classique
• Voix
• Solo (soft drink)
• Various

Informations

• Publié par: VARIOUS
• Nombre de lectures: 27
• Licence : Libre de droits
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 12 Mo

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ALMUSIC
REPOSITORY
COLLECTION
OF FAVOURITE
SCOTCH, E>^GLISH, AND IRISH
SONGS,
TO MUSIC.SEf
GLASGOW;
PRINTED BY ALEX. ADAM,
ton A. CARRICK, BOOKSELLER,
SALTMARKEl
799^ LAIS:OF SCOTw 5
CONTENTS,
A Page
Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube lo
fign of theAt the horfe 30
Banna'sAs down on banks I flray'd 76
All in the Downs 8z
Willie's wedding on the greenAt 13a
Away with proud France 204
walking forth to view the plainAs 2;^^^
Ah ! where can fly my foul's true love 235
At fetting day and rifing morn 2to
Adieu, ye flreams 2j6
B
Be hufh'd the loud breeze 13
Beholdon th broe 1 1
By Pinkie houfe I35
Beneath a green fhade
x76
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn 1^9
Eraw, braw lads o' Galla water 2os
C
Come cheer up, my lads
Ceafe, rude Boreas
A zJ11 "
eONTENTS.4
Page
Come under plaidymy lia
Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light i ;s
Comin thro' the rye, poor body 194
fmilesCreation on ilka fide ijj4
D
Daddy Neptune one day 18
Dear Nancy, I've M'd 80
Did ever fwain a nymph adore 246
EnroU'd in our bright-annals 0,4
Incompafs'd in an angel's frame 239
From Roflin Caftle 4S
Farewell, dear Glenowen 94
?air Sally lov'd a bonny feaman S50
From anxious zeal S-70
G
Guardian angels, now proteft m; I44
Gin meet aa body body 193
H
Huzza, my boys, for England O 5
How fweet in the woodlands 7
How (lands the glafs around 134
How blyth was I ilk mora to fee J4Z
How blyth hae I been wi' my Sandy 71
Henr me, ye nymphs, and every fwain tS::-CONTENTS^ 5
I Page
-I met four chaps yon birks amang 37
whenIn ftorms, clouds 60
Anderfbn, myJohn joe, John 68
In Winter, when the rain 90
'In April, when primrofes 167
the weaver 3Jenny dang 3Z
a lilting aioI've heard
the fmiling ai2rI've fcen
and lament me in vain izzI figh
In Summer, when the leaves were green 356"
K
Kath'rine Ogle n.;^^
Leander on the Bay 73
Leixlip, air of 94
Little thinks the townfman's wifs Z20
M
My Mam is no more 4^
isMy heart a-breaking, dear Titty ^^25'
Merry may the maid be 33S
My Peggy youngis a thing ^65
•
N
Not drunk nor yet fober 100
Ned Flint was lov'd by all the fhip I56
Now wat ye wha I met yeftreen £-Z^
Kow fmiling. fpring again appear? 'hy.^CONTENTS.
O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales
Oh the moment was fad
One morning very early
hae ye been a' dayOh whar
ye who fleep on beds of downOh
fay, bonny lafsO
O fay, fimple maid
One day I heard Mary fay
have pafs'dO the hours 1
bonnetO whar gat ye that bonny blue
Of all the girls that are fo fmart
wilt thou gang with meO Nanny,
Lake of KillarneyOn the
Queen Mary's lamentation
wife of AldivallochRoy's
Robin is my only joe
Savourna Delifh
Sweet Annie frae the fea-beach came
Saw ye my wee thing, faw ye my ain thing
hufTarThe wounded
Thou foft flowing AvonCONTENTS.
7
Page
theThe fmiling morn, breathing fpring a8
nightThe fun fets at 44
of the year'Twas in that feafon 46
The fpring time returns 88
climb'dThe moon had 97
'Tankard of ale lOO
The lafs of Patie's mill loa
That our dearefl: joys 1fleeting are 19
The laft time I came o'er the muk' 12^
Tiie ither morn 1 forlorn I47as
The night her filent wore I58fable
The lafTes fain wad'hae frae me 164
'Twas near retreat I74a thicket's calm
Twas when the feas were roaring 180
fineThe lawland lads think they are 185
fineThe maids gang trig and 188
doneThe village hind with toil had I96
The Sons ofthe Clyde 304
The and cloudday is departed^ round from the 314
Tarn Glen ' azj
The topfails (hiver in the wind aa8
U
Up amang rocksyon cliffy 14
Unlefs with my Amanda blefl: %iy
W
Why, fair maid, in every feature 40
When merry hearts were gay 49
When Britain firft, at heav'ns command 108
What beauties does Flora difclofe iz^S8
8 CONTENTS.
Page
the cwe-bughts, MarionWill you go to 169
graceful moveWhen firft I faw thee 179
bud and fields were green 206 trees did
was goneWhen my money 244
Where winding Forth adorns the vale a68
When fummer comes, the fwains on Tweed -27
y
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SONG I.
THE WOUliDED HUSSAR.
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Danube, Fair A-de-kid hied when the battle
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-v.as o'er; O whi ther, file eried, haft thou
vaii - der'd, ruv - Or here doft tho;.lov er,as
THE MUSICAL REPOSITORY.
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welter and bleed on the fuore ?
What
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voice did I he'^r! 'twas ray Henry that figli'd, All
^tefe^^fe;
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>nionrnful {he haftend, nor wander'd ii-far, When
±rti
bkeduig a -lone on the heath fhe def- cried.
-a. gliSi
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By the light of the raoon, her
poor
?z?:z?Z"lil:}±=twonnd - ed hufllir.!" ; !
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From his bofom that heav'd, the laft torrent was ftreamingj
And pale was his vifage, deep mark'd with a fear.
And dim was that eye, once expreffively beaming.
meltedThat in love, and that kindled in war
How fmit was poor Adelaid's heart at the fight
How bitter fhe wept o'er the vi£lim of war
* Haft thou come, my fond love, this laft forrowful night,
To cheer the lone heart of yourwounded hulTai*."
*' !" "Thou fhalt live replied, heaven's mercy relieving,fhe
;"
Each anguilhing wound ihall forbid mournme to
" Ah ! no, the laft pang hi mybofom is heaving,
ISfo light of the morn fhall to Henry return;
Thou charmer of Hfe, ever tender and true,
—Ye babes ofmy love, that await me afar
His falt'ring tongue fcarceiy murmur'd adieu,
When he funk in her arms, the poor wounded huflar.;
THE MUSICAL REPOSITORV.
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SONG II.
To the foregoing Tune.
BE hufli'd the loud breeze, and foft roll the rough billow
That curls its rude head o'er my fweet Billy's grave;
No peace ere (hall gladden the heart of his Anna,
Her hope is entombed in the Texel's proud wave.
On the coafl: of with his broad pendant flying,Mynheer,
Tho' Duncan his enfign of triumph could rear,
Britannia fhall weep her warriors are dying.when
And the v/ith a tear.eyes of hec fair be bedew'd
No more m.y fond bofom, with rapture reclining,
My Billy fhall tell of laurels he wonthe
How midft the he thought of his Anna,wide carnage
And ne'er was the man that would flinch from his
g-undanger he fear'd when the foe was affailing,No
minded the ftorm, nor the cannon's loud roar.Nor
hopes foon at home to be moor'd with his Anna,In
figh arms when battle was o'er.And in her the
forroWgThe day dawns with joy when the heart feels no
But heart-foothing fleep flies the pillow of care,
On the hopelefs eye dawns no happy to-morrow,
It rifes in fadnefs to fet in defpair.
Yet a few other funs, and the conflid is over,
This poor aching trembler to beat will give o'er,
In the cold arms of death I'll reft with my lover,
When the fate of the battle ftiall patt us no more,—
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SONG III.
THE MAID THAT TENDS THE GOATS.
Slow. w
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Up amang yon cliffy rocks, Sweetly rings the
^^sr^TF?
pffi^U-JE^-SZ-^^m
rifing e-cho, To the maid that tends the goats,
^gfPl^
Lilting her native notes. Hark!o'er fhe fmgs,
$^^^m
" Young Sandy's kind, An' he's promis'd ay to
fi:.-z=i:zp
niZRZl
®-;-^
^
lo'e me; Here's a bfptch I ne'er fbali tine, ; ;
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Till he's fairly marry'd to me. Drive away, ye
^a^5^
Time, An' bring about our bridal day.drone,
Sandy herds a flock o' fheep
Aften does he blaw the whiftle,
In a ftrain fae faftly fweet,
Lammies, lift'ning, dare nae bleat.
He's as fleet's the mountain roe.
Hardy as the Highland heather,
thro' the winter fnow.Wading
Keeping ay his flock together,
But a plaid, wi' bare houghs,
He braves the bleakefl: norlin blafl,,
Erawiy he can dance and fing,
Canty glee or Highland cronach
Nane can ever match his fling
At a reel, or round a ring.
Wightly can he wield a rung
In a brawl he's ay the bangfter;
A' his praife can ne'er be fung
By the langefl: winded fangfl:er,
Sangs that fing o' Sandy
Come (hort, tlio' they were e'er /ae iang.'REPOSITORY.i6 THE MUSICAL
IV.SONG
THOU SOFT FLOWING AVON.
Largetto.
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Thou foft flowing Av