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Four and twenty Yankees, feeling very dry, Went across the border to get a drink of rye. When the rye was opened, theYanks began to sing, 'God bless America, but God save the King!'
Can't act.Can't sing. Slightly bald.Can dance a little.
No good opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
Sing on, with hymns uproarious, Ye humble and aloof, Look up! and oh, how glorious He has restored the roof!
O come let us sing unto the L: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms. Psalms
Jubilate Deo, omnis terra; servite Domino in laetitia. Sing joyfully to God, all the earth; serve the Lord with gladness. See Book of Common Prayer143:66.
'Tis a suresign that work goes on merrily, whenfolkssing at it.
Sing unto the Lord a new song: sing praises lustily unto him with a good courage.
Ocome, let ussing untothe Lord; let usheartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving; and shew ourselves glad in him with psalms. For the Lord is a great God; and a great King above all gods. In his hand are all the corners of the earth; and the strength of the hills is his also. The sea is his, and he made it; and his hands prepared the dry land. O come, let us worship and fall down, and kneel before the Lord our Maker. For he is the Lord our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
The way your smile just beams The way you sing off key The way you haunt my dreams No, no! They can't take that away from me!
Sing 'Booh to you Pooh, pooh to you' And that's what I shall say!
Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing My God and King.
Yo he conocido cantores que era un gusto el escuchar; mas no quieren opinar y se divierten cantando; pero yo canto opinando, que es mi modo de cantar. I have known singers it was a pleasure to listen to; theyamuse themselves singing and don't care to give opinions; but I sing giving opinions and that's my kind of song.
I write of Hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bride-grooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.
America the beautiful, Let me sing of thee; Burger King and Dairy Queen From sea to shining sea.
Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers Struggles the light that is love to the flowers; And, softer than slumber and sweeter than singing, The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing. The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of daytime! They sing in September their songs of the May-time.
I want to retire at 50. I want to play cricket in the summer and geriatric football in the winter, and sing in the choir.
Pussy said to the Owl,'You elegant Fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows, And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose.
Ki qu'en plurt ne ki qu'en chant, le dreit estuet aler avant. Whether it makes one cry or sing, justice must be carried out.
The French are nice people. I allow them to sing and to write, and they allow me to do whatever I like.
What are you going to sing? All I can say issing 'em muck! It's all they can understand!
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
This is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit inthe face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny,Time, Love, Beautywhat you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off-key perhaps, but I will sing.
There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
And said I that my limbs were old, And said I that my blood was cold, And that my kindly fire was fled, And my poor withered heart was dead, And that I might not sing of Love?
All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice. Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell, Come ye before him and rejoice. Know that the Lord is God indeed; Without our aid he did us make: We are his folk, he doth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take.
Come, gie's a sang, Montgomery cry'd, And lay your disputes a'aside; What signifies't for folks to chide For what's been done before them? Let Whig and Torya'agree, Whig and Tory,Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory a'agree To drop their whigmigmorum; Let Whig and Torya'agree To spend this night wi'mirth and glee, And cheerfu'sing, alang wi'me, The Reel o' Tullochgorum.
Alas! so all things now do hold their peace, Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less; So am not I whom love, alas, doth wring, Bringing before my face the great increase Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing, In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease. For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring, But by and by the cause of my disease Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting, When that I think what grief it is again To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.
O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For everyatom belonging to me asgood belongs to you.
You got to have smelt a lot of mule manure before you can sing like a hillbilly.
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