Isaac Bickerstaffe
Isaac Bickerstaffe
Isaac Bickerstaffe or Bickerstaffwas an Irish playwright and Librettist...
jolly lark lived miller river sang till worked
There was a jolly miller once, / Lived on the river Dee; / He worked and sang from morn till night; / No lark more blithe than he.
burden care cares song
And this the burden of his song / For ever used to be, / I care for nobody, not I, / If no one cares for me.
girl love
We all love a pretty girl - under the rose.
kings greatness men
The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's a king.
bird fine fine-feathers
Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds.
goes-on folks
Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it.
littles enough ifs
But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast.
young fellows be-young
Young fellows will be young fellows.
home land wife
How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.
hope nurse desire
Hope! thou nurse of young desire.
song night rivers
There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be, "I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me.