The American musical miscellany; a collection of the newest and most approved songs, set to music. New introd. by H. Wiley Hitchcock.

New York, Da Capo Press, 1972.
ISBN 0306773090

Location Call Number Status Consortium Loan
Music Library Reference (non-circ),Katzen Arts Ctr.
M2 .E15 v.9 Available
Mullen Library stacks Music
M2.3.U5 E3 1972, v.9 Available Request
George Mason
Fenwick Music - Scores
M1628.A2 A6 Available Request
Subjects Songs -- United States.
Series Earlier American music, 9
Description xii, 300 p. 22 cm.
Notes "An unabridged republication of the first edition published in Northampton, Massachusetts, in 1798."
For voice and piano; in part unacc. melodies.
Contents A sailor's life's a life of woe -- A plague of those musty old lubbers -- Ah! why must words my flame reveal -- Attention pray give -- Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour -- Anacreon, they say, was a jolly old blade -- Adieu, adieu my only life -- As on a lonely hill I stray'd -- As t'other day in harmless chat -- As Cupid in a garden stray'd -- At the close of the day -- A shape alone let others prize -- Adieu, ye groves -- Bright Phœbus has mounted the chariot of day -- Bright Sol at length by Thetis woo'd -- Bright dawns the day, with rosy face -- Come now all ye social pow'rs -- Cease rude Boreas -- Come all ye sons of song -- Come rouse brother sportsman -- Cease ye fountains, cease to murmur -- Come loose eve'ry sail to the breeze -- Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise -- Come buy of poor Kate -- Diogenes surly and proud -- Dear Nancy I've sail'd the world all around -- Encompass'd in an angel's frame -- Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing -- For England when with fav'ring gale -- From place to place I travers'd long -- Forever fortune, wilt thou prove -- Forbear my friends, forbear and ask no more -- Friendship, to ev'ry willing mind -- Go patter to lubbers -- Here a sheer hulk -- Her sheep had in clusters -- How happy the soldier.
Hail! America hail! -- How blest has my time been -- How brimful of nothing's the life of a beau -- Hark, the din of distant war -- I that once was a ploughman -- In the praise of queen Bess -- If to force me to sing -- If ever a sailor was fond of good sport -- If life's rough path, as the sages have said -- If you find out his lair -- Little insect that on high -- Let ev'ry pagan muse be gone -- Leander on the bay -- My friends all declare that my time is mispent -- Never till now I knew love's smart -- Now let rich music found -- O! thou lov'd country -- Oh! think on my fate -- On sturdy stout Dobbin -- On Afric's wide plains -- O'er barren hills, and flow'ry dales -- Oh! say simple maid -- Poll, dang'it how d'ye do? -- Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean -- Return enraptur'd hours -- Rise, my Delia, heav'nly charmer -- Says Plato, why should man be vain -- See the course throng'd with gazers -- See now the blust'ring Boreas blows -- Since then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove -- The spring time returns -- The dusky night rides down the sky -- The echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad -- Twas summer, and softly -- The heavy hours are almost past -- To Batchelor's hall we good fellows invite -- Too soon my dearest Sophia -- The fields were green.
To ease his heart, and own his flame -- The day is departed, and round from the cloud -- 'Twas past meridian, half past four -- 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat -- To my muse give attention -- Tho' oft we meet severe distress -- There was a jolly miller -- The sun sets at night -- The meadows look cheerful -- 'Twas Saturday night -- 'Tis done! the edict past -- Though distant far from Jessy's charms -- The streamlet that flow'd round her cot -- The moon had clim'd the highest hill -- 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town -- 'Twas when the seas were roaring -- Tom Tackle was noble -- The cheek enros'd with crimson dye -- Tho' Bacchus may boast -- To music be the verse addrest -- When bidden to the wake or fair -- When first I slipp'd my leading strings -- When thrist of gold enslaves the mind -- When first the sun, o'er ocean glow'd -- When first I saw thee, graceful move -- When faries trip round the gay green -- When my fortune does frown -- Was I reduc'd to beg my bread -- Well met, my loving friends of art -- What sorrowful sounds do I hear -- Why should our joys transform to pain? -- When Alcides, the son of Olympian Jove -- Ye sons of Columbia -- Young Myra is fair -- Ye mortals whom fancies.
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