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Thread #116727 Message #2532861
Posted By: Jim Dixon
06-Jan-09 - 10:29 AM
Thread Name: Songbook Indexing: 19th Century Songbooks
Subject: Index: The Melodist (G. S. Thornton, 1820)
The Melodist Comprising a Selection of the Most Favourite English, Scotch, and Irish Songs Arranged for the Voice, Flute, or Violin. by G. S. Thornton (New York: George Singleton, 1820.)
[Index of first lines:]
A blessing unknown to ambition and pride - 67 A Highland lad my love was born - 49 A Highland laddie heard of war - 44 A prey to tender anguish - 248 Adieu! adieu! my native shore - 227 Adieu, my native land, adieu - 19 Adown yon sloping banks sae green - 7 Ah! can I e'er forget thee, love - 150 Ah, sure a pair was never seen - 8 All will hail the joyous day - 110 And has she then fail'd in her truth - 131 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping - 77 At the peaceful midnight hour, (The Wolf) - 149 Behold in his soft expressive face - 57 Believe me if all those endearing young charms - 97 By Speedwell's silver bosom'd Lake - 140 By the pure light of love - 51 Careful the winding path explore - 241 Cease your funning - 64 Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises - 243 Dear is my little native vale - 177 Deep in a Vale a cottage stood, (Dulce Domum) - 59 Did you e'er hear a tale - 112 Encompass'd in an angel's frame - 201 Ere around the huge oak, that o'ershadows yon mill - 80 Fervid on the glitt'ring flood - 28 Flow Susquehanna, hallow'd stream - 56 Fly not yet 'tis now the hour - 75 Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd - 6 Has sorrow thy young days shaded - 88 Hast thou forgot the oak that throws - 65 Henry cull'd the Flow'ret's bloom - 27 Her mouth, which a smile - 235 Here mark the poor desolate maid (Fancy's sketch) - 83 Here's the bower she lov'd so much - 100 How blest our condition, how jocund our day - 120 How oft, Louisa, hast thou said - 21 Hush! hush! such counsel do not give - 250 I came from a land far away, (Savoyard Boy) - 188 I have a silent sorrow here - 87 I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee - 169 I have Parks, I have hounds, (Girl of my heart) - 90 I wander'd once at break of day, (Faithless Emma) - 102 I'll love thee ever dearly - 125 In the world's crooked path where I've been - 173 Is there a heart that never lov'd - 161 Just like love, is yonder Rose - 122 Let Fame sound the trumpet - 38 Light as thistle down moving, that floats on the air - 245 Loudon's bonnie woods and braes - 142 Love's blind they say - 211 Majestic rose the god of day - 180 Mary I believ'd thee true - 53 My friend is the man I would copy thro' life - 205 My heart with love is beating - 145 My sev'nteenth year scarce over - 232 O, my love's like the red red rose - 23 O, Nanny wilt thou gang with me - 16 O, why should the girl of my soul be in tears - 73 O'er highlands and lowlands to chase the fleet deer - 208 Of a' the airts the wind can blaw - 220 Oh, breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade - 174 Oh, bright was the morning—all nature adorning - 79 Oh, light foot spring! with dripping flowers - 118 Oh, mine be the cottage within the vale - 222 Oh, think not my spirits are always as light - 137 Oh, where are you going sweet Robin? - 14 On this cold flinty rock I will lay down my bead - 93 Our bugles sung truce, for the night clouds had low'r'd - 195 Roy's wife of Aldivalloch - 36 Said a smile to a tear - 252 Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled - 25 Scots, you've won fu' mony fights - 144 Should auld acquaintance be forgot (Auld Lang Syne) - 3 Sigh not for love if you wish not to know - 104 Slow broke the light, (Bewilder'd Maid) - 30 Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet - 213 Tell her I'll love her, while the clouds drop rain - 95 Tell me sweet bird, ah, tell me why - 175 The broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair - 129 The flow'rs of the Forest - 157 The heath this night must be my bed - 218 The kiss dear maid thy lips have left - 71 The moon was beaming silver bright - 147 The morn returns in saffron drest - 55 The ploughman whistles o'er the furrow - 256 The rose and the lily their beauties combining - 182 The sapling oak, lost in the dell - 133 The streamlet that flow'd round her cot - 5 The sun his bright rays may withhold, love - 35 The sun's last beams had ting'd the sky - 171 The tear fell gently from her eye - 203 There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet - 214 There's not a look, a word of thine - 153 Thine am I my faithful fair - 115 This blooming rose at early morn - 33 This cold flinty heart, it is you who have warm'd - 199 Though love is warm awhile - 12 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat - 247 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town - 180 What means my fair, that clouded brow - 179 Whate'er my fate where'er I roam - 42 What's this dull town to me - 48 When absent from her my soul holds most dear - 165 When deeds of fame at honour's call, (Home, Love, and Liberty) - 69 When fairies trip round the gay green - 230 When first this humble roof I knew - 127 When first you courted me - 85 When I quitted the cot that stands lone on the moor - 190 When Love gets you fast in her clutches - 136 When the sails catch the breeze - 163 When trees did bud, and fields were green - 224 Where is the nymph whose azure eye - 237 Where is the smile that was heav'n to our eye - 240 While gazing on the Moon's light - 193 Whilst with village maids I stray - 9 Why does azure deck the sky - 216 Why, Ella, dear, that pearly tear - 159 Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Boon - 117 Ye streams that round my prison creep - 81 You say my cottage incomplete - 46 Young Henry was as brave a youth - 99