The Edinburgh musical miscellany: a collection of the most approved Scotch, English, and Irish songs, set to musicSelected by DSime, EdinburghVolII . ur foes of evry nation yTis there bold actions loudly fpeak Their worth in evry ftation.Firm as a flinty wall theyll (land, Obferving ftricTt decorum,Until their leader gives command To beat down all before em.Then oh ! ftretch forth th afhfting hand*, In juftice to their merit,When they return unto their land,.Theyll blefs your noble fpirit. Well, now theyve threfhd the foe, well fay, Did all within their power,Eut little more than blows have th
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The Edinburgh musical miscellany: a collection of the most approved Scotch, English, and Irish songs, set to musicSelected by DSime, EdinburghVolII . ur foes of evry nation yTis there bold actions loudly fpeak Their worth in evry ftation.Firm as a flinty wall theyll (land, Obferving ftricTt decorum, Until their leader gives command To beat down all before em.Then oh ! ftretch forth th afhfting hand*, In juftice to their merit, When they return unto their land, .Theyll blefs your noble fpirit. Well, now theyve threfhd the foe, well fay, Did all within their power, Eut little more than blows have they, And one fai tiling an hour.Little within the Frenchmans fob To recompenfe their labours ;Why then it proves a forry job, Little better than their neighbour*.D3 THE EDINBURGH h ! ftretch forth the liberal hand, .ice to their merit, . i: they bleis their happy land, , ; land of godlike fp, irit. SONG XVIII. THE PIDGEON. *• 5 r • Why tarries my love ? Ah ! where does , r3£gES »[i[ runVs he rove ? My love is long abfent from me - - Come hither, my dove, Ill write to my love, (7y ns -*#- And fend him a kt--ter bythec--- And MUSICAL MISCELLANY.. —w—s~~*— ^® fend him a let - ter by thee. To find him fwift fly, The letter Ill tyeSecure to thy leg with a firing i Ah ! not to my leg, Fair lady I beg, But fatten it under my wing. * Her dove (he did deck, She drew oer his neckA bell and a collar fo gay ; She tyd to his wing The fcroll with a firing, Then kifsd him and fent him awayv It blew and it raind, The pidgeon difdahvdTo feek {belter, undaunted he flew -9J Till wet was his wing, And painful the ftring, So heavy the letter it grew. He flew all around, Till Colin he found, Then perchd on his hand with the prizej i Whofe heart while he reads, With tendernefs bleedsFor the pigeon, ---that flutters—arid dies $ . 56 THE EDINBURGH SONG XIX. LOVE AND TIME. fc£—T3EZ fe£B*;~ ±L John met with Peg the other day, As me :-+hi f -f to church was walking ; And as he, had a K ^, -b.t—