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    Old Ballads
    Old Ballads
    Old Ballads
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    Old Ballads

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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "Old Ballads" by Various. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateSep 4, 2022
    ISBN8596547205760
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      Old Ballads - DigiCat

      Various

      Old Ballads

      EAN 8596547205760

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      COME, LASSES AND LADS.

      COMING THRO' THE RYE.

      CHERRY-RIPE.

      ANNIE LAURIE.

      ROBIN ADAIR.

      MOLLY BAWN.

      GO, HAPPY ROSE!

      THE ANCHOR'S WEIGH'D.

      ALICE GRAY.

      HOME, SWEET HOME.

      JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO.

      MY PRETTY JANE.

      ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP.

      THE MINSTREL BOY.

      ON THE BANKS OF ALLAN WATER.

      AULD LANG SYNE.

      WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN.

      THE NIGHT-PIECE TO JULIA.

      TOM BOWLING.

      MY LOVE IS LIKE THE RED RED ROSE.

      WIDOW MALONE.

      THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN.

      CALLER HERRIN'.

      A HUNTING WE WILL GO.

      HEARTS OF OAK.

      THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN.

      THE BAY OF BISCAY O!

      BLACK-EYED SUSAN.

      DUNCAN GRAY.

      THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON.

      THE MILLER OF DEE.

      THE ANGEL'S WHISPER.

      SIMON THE CELLARER.

      AULD ROBIN GRAY.

      BONNIE DUNDEE.

      SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

      KITTY OF COLERAINE.

      HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN.

      THE LEATHER BOTTÈL.

      WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.

      THE TOKEN

      O, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST.

      THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.

      LOVELY NAN.

      THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL.

      TELL ME NOT, SWEET.

      SHE WORE A WREATH OF ROSES.

      O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME?

      D'YE KEN JOHN PEEL?

      COME, LASSES AND LADS COMIN' THRO' THE RYE CHERRY-RIPE ANNIE LAURIE ROBIN ADAIR MOLLY BAWN GO, HAPPY ROSE! THE ANCHOR'S WEIGH'D ALICE GRAY HOME, SWEET HOME JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO MY PRETTY JANE ROCK'D IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP THE MINSTREL BOY ON THE BANKS OF ALLAN WATER AULD LANG SYNE WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN THE NIGHT-PIECE TO JULIA TOM BOWLING MY LOVE IS LIKE THE RED RED ROSE WIDOW MALONE THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN CALLER HERRIN' A HUNTING WE WILL GO HEARTS OF OAK THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN THE BAY OF BISCAY O! BLACK-EYED SUSAN DUNCAN GRAY THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON THE MILLER OF DEE THE ANGEL'S WHISPER SIMON THE CELLARER AULD ROBIN GRAY BONNIE DUNDEE SALLY IN OUR ALLEY KITTY OF COLERAINE HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN THE LEATHER BOTTEL WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE THE TOKEN O WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE LOVELY NAN THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL TELL ME NOT, SWEET SHE WORE A WREATH OF ROSES O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME? D'YE KEN JOHN PEEL?

      * * * * *

      COME, LASSES AND LADS.

      Table of Contents

      Come, lasses and lads,

      get leave of your dads,

      And away to the Maypole hie,

      For ev'ry fair has a sweetheart there,

      And the fiddler's standing by;

      For Willy shall dance with Jane,

      And Johnny has got his Joan,

      To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,

      Trip it up and down!

      You're out, says Dick; not I, says Nick,

      "'Twas the fiddler

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