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# Tom and Polly/Tom and Polly

TOM AND POLLY.
As Tom and Cupid went astray, for to pass the time away, Tom he thought h'mself qu te happy, while he walk’d the new moon hay; By the brink of a crysta' river, joining to a shady grove, Cupid being a cunning master, he pierc'd him with the dart of love.
A thousand goddesses surrounded, to direct the lovely pair, Polly’s beauty, Tom confounded, love's passion wrought him to despair: How to gain this lovely c eature, you god of love pray let me know, Must I shall I, kiss you Pol y, still she answer’d no, no, no;
To a tavern straight he brought her, gave her liquor of the belt, By the hand he often shook her, saying, I love you the best, Poll grew warm and thought no harm, after a harmless glass or two, To what he said, the silly maid, could hardly answer no no, no.
Madam, your smiles are so engaging, ​and your bright ey s do me confound, Let my persuasions be prevailing, for you have giv'n a mortal w und, By the hand he softly press'd her, saying. My, darling, don’t be coy,
Must I, shall I, kiss you Polly, then she answer'd ay, ay, ay.
# Tom and Polly/Fair Susanna

FAIR SUSANNA
Ask if yon damask rose be sweet, that scents the ambient air, Then ask e ch shepherd that you meet, if d ar Susanna’s fair,
Say will the vulture quit his prey, and warble th ough the grove! Bid wanton linnets quit the spray, then doubt thy shepherd's love.
The spoils of war let heroes share, let pride and splendor shine; Ye bards, u envy'd laurels wear, be fair Susanna mine
# Tom and Polly/The battle of Killicrankie

The BATTLE of KILLICRANKIE.
CLAVERS and his Highlandmen, came down upo' the raw, man, Who being stout gave many a shout, the lads began to claw then.
Wi' sword and targe into their hand, wi' which they were not slaw, man, Wi' many a fearful heavy sigh, the lads began to claw then,
​O'er bush, o'er bank o'er ditch, o'er stank she flang amang them a' man, The butter-box got mony knocks, their rigging paid for a then,
They get ther paiks wi' sudden straik, which to their grief they saw man, Wi' clinkum—clankum o’er their crowns, the lads began to fa' man.
Her ski t about, her l apt about, and slan amang them a' man: The English blades got broken heads, thei heads were cleav'd in twa then.
The durk and dour made their last hour, aud prov'd their final fa’ man; They thought the devil had been there, that play’d them sic a pa' man.
The Solemn League and Covenant, came whigging up the hil man; Thought Highland trews durst not refuse, for to subscribe their bill then.
In Willie's name they thought nae ane, dure stop their cou se at a’ man; But her n'i sel wi’ mony a knock, cry'd, Furigh figs awa’ many
Sir Evan Du, and his men true, came linking up the brink man; The Hogan Dutch they feared such, they bred a horrid stink then.
⟨The true Maclean, and his fierce men,⟩ ​came in amang them a' man, Nare durst withstand their heavy hand, all fled and ran awa' then.
"Oh on a ri! oh, on a ri!" why should we lose king Shames, man! "Oh, rig in di! oh rig in di!" she shall break a' her banes then.
Wi' "Furichinesh;" and stay a while, and speak a word or twa man, She’s gi' a stra k out o'er her neck, before ye win awa' then.
O fy for shame ye're three for ane, her nainser's won the day man; King Shames' red coats shou d be hung up, because they ran awa' then:
Had bent their brows like Highland trews, and made as lang a stay man, They’d sav'd their King, that sacred thing, and Willie run awa' then.
# Tom and Polly/Greenwich moorings

GREENWICH MOORINGS.
WITH ti here green from childhood's dock buoy'd up by youthful notions, ​My roving fancy dar'd to mock the raging storms of ocean; Thus braving fear, my mind became well sheath'd with emulation; Tight rigg'd on board the good ship Fame, I took an ear y station, Nor dream'd, when thus I went to sea that after ha d enduri g, It would so hap that Tom wou'd be laid up in Greenwich moorings.
From boy to man, from c ime to c ime, in quest of g ory roaming, Weather'd oft and many a time rough gales and billows foaming: Where ihtenings flash and thunders jar, and fever d s as are rolling: Where mermaids smile in liquid car, 'midst dread tornadoes how ing, Still Hawser's heart was rigg'd with glee, in spite of past end ri gs: Nor harbour'd e'er a thought that he should lie in Greenwich moorings.
Whate'er I ear 'd by sweat of brow, was squander'd soon in folly Nor one refl ction did bestow, except on lovely Molly. But tho' ove's com ass still my heart to Molly’s charms direct d, In ’er from duty did depart n r B itain's fame neglected.
When gold grew scant, I went to sea, and left her fond assurings; Nor thought my batter'd hull should be laid up in Greenwich moorings.
# Joys of the harvest/The joys of the harvest

The JOYS of the HARVEST.
COME all ye lads and lasses, together let us go, Into some pleasant corn field, our courage for to show;
With the edges of our sickles, so brave we clear the land; Work on my boys the farmer cries, here’s liquor at command.
With a good old leathern bottle, and beer that is so brown, We strip and reap together, while bright Phœbus does go down.
So early in the morning, the birds begin to sing, Such echoes of sweet harmony, makes all the groves to ring.
And in comes pretty Nancy, her colour for to raise, She is a lovely creature, I must speak in her praise:
She is a lovely creature, the flower of my delight, Through all the groves and forests, I'll range both day and night
​John Preston has good liquor, good liquor it is said, Good liquor makes good blood, and good blood pretty maids.
She gathers it and she binds it, she loads it in her arms, She pitch’d it to the waggoner, for to fill up his barns.
And thus the industrious farmer, by the sweet of his brow, He labours and endeavours, to make his barley mow.
Now harvest it’s all over, and corn it's free from harm; Before we to the market go,
we must thresh in the barn.
And at the harvest supper, so merrily we will sing, We’ll drink a health to the barley-mow, and to good George our King.
So here’s a good health to the farmers, or else we are to blame, We’ll wish them health and happiness, ’till harvest comes again.
# Joys of the harvest/The tempest

THE TEMPEST.
CEase, rude Boreas, blust’ring railer, list ye landmen unto me: Mess-mates, hear a brother sailor, sing the dangers of the sea.
​From bounding billows first in motion, where the distant whirlwinds rise, To the tempest-troubled ocean, when the seas contend with skies.
Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling, by top-sail sheets and haulyards stand, Down top-gallants, quick be hauling, down your stay-sails, hand boys, hand.
Now it freshens, set the braces, the lee top-sail sheets let go; Luff, boys, luff, don’t make wry faces, up your top-sails nimbly clew.
Now all you on down-beds sporting, fondly lock’d ’twixt beauty’s arms, Fresh enjoyment, wanting courting, safe from all but love’s alarms.
Around us roars the tempest louder; think what fears our minds enthral: Harder yet, it yet blows harder, now again the boatswain’s call.
The topsail-yards point to the wind, boys, see all clear to reef each course; Let the sore-sheet go, don’t mind, boys, tho’ the weather should be worse;
Fore and aft the spritsail-yard get, reef the mizzen, see all clear; Hands up, each preventure brace set, man the fore-yard ; cheer, lads, cheer.
​Now the dreadful thunders roaring, peals on peals contending clash, On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, in our eyes blue lightning flash.
One wide water all around us, all above but one black sky! Diff'rent deaths at once surround us, Hark! what means yon dreadful cry?
The foremast's gone, cries ev'ry tongue out, o’er the lee, twelve foot ’bove deck! A leak beneath the chestree’s sprung out! call all hands to clear the wreck.
Quick the laniards cut to pieces, come, my hearts, be stout and bold; Plumb the well, the leak increases, four feet water’s in the hold!
While o'er the ship the wild waves beating, we for wives and children mourn: Alas! from them there’s no retreating, alas! to them there’s no return!
Still the leak is gaining on us, both chain pumps are choak’d below; Heav’n have mercy here upon us! only He can save us now.
On the lee-beem is the land, boys, let the guns o’er board be thrown; To the pumps come ev’ry hand, boys, see! her mizzen mast is gone.
​The leak we’ve found, it cannot pour fast, we’ve lighten’d her a foot or more; Then up and rig a jury foremast,
she's tight, she’s tight, boys, we’re off shore.
Now, one, more, on joys we’re thinking, since kind fortune sav’d our lives: Come, the cann boys, let’s be drinking, to our sweet-hearts, and our wives.
Fill it up, about ship wheel it, close to the lips the brimmer join. Where’s the tempest now? who feels it, none;—our danger’s drown’d in wine.
# Joys of the harvest/The Cambridge tender

THE CAMBRIDGE TENDER.
To its own proper Tune.
HARD was my lot to be display’d, by Cupid’s cruel arrow; Since I’m oblig’d to go to sea, I go in grief and sorrow.
Now from your arms I must away, Peggy take my heart in keeping, May the Pow’rs above protect my love, till our next happy meeting.
False information, my dear jewel, proved our separation; And forc'd me from your breast amain, into some foreign nation.
​My reputation they disdain’d, their might I could not hinder, Which caus’d me to be press’d away, and sent aboard the tender.
Peggy my jewel, Do not grieve, suppose I must retire, Since I’m oblig’d to go to sea, it’s you I do admire.
When I’m upon the raging sea, and in the midst of strangers, The thoughts of you my dearest dear, will help me out of dangers.
THE ANSWER.
MY jewel’s gone to range the sea, to face the blustring ocean; May the God of fortune on him ssmile, send him honour and promotion.
No rain, or hail, or lighting fly, nor roaring claps of thunder, Nor swelling billows loudly baul, my darling to make wonder.
Great Alexander, God of war, tenderly smile upon him ; Let no disappointment attend my dear, send him honour and promote him.
​May not my jewel be dismay'd, with cruel wars alarm, Some things in view may turn a prize, till it fills my love-sick arm.
No cursed gold nor beauty bright, shall ever gain him from me, But like the turtle I shall remain, until he returns unto me.
No costly robes, nor beds of down, shall make me to surrender, Although we part, he has my heart, on board the Cambridge Tender.
# Joys of the harvest/Fair Susanna

FAIR SUSANNA.
ASK if yon damask rose be sweet, that scents the ambient air, Then ask each shepherd that you meet, if dear Susanna’s fair.
Say, will the vulture quit his prey, and warble thro’ the grove! Bid wanton linnets quit the spray, then doubt thy shepherd’s love.
The spoils of war let heroes share, let pride and splendor shine; Ye bards, unenvy’d laurels wear, be fair Susanna mine.
FINIS.
# Joys of the harvest

Dated from external evidence.
THE
Joys of the Harvest.
To which are added,
THE TEMPEST.
The Cambridge Tender; with the Answer.
FAIR SUSANNA.
Entered according to Order
* The Joys of the Harvest
* The Tempest
* The Cambridge Tender
* Fair Susanna
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/Fair Susanna

FAIR SUSANNA.
# The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/The Sailor's Return

THE SAILOR's RETURN.
# The Blue Bonnets o'er the Border/When Late I Wandered

WHEN LATE I WANDERED
When late I wandered o'er the plain, From nymph to nymph I strove in vain, My wild desires to rally to rally, My wild desires to rally; But now they're of themselves come home, And strange, no longer wish to roam, They centre all in Sally, in Sally, They centre all in Sally,
Yet the unkind one damps my joy, And cries I court but to destroy, Can love with ruin tally, My wild desires to rally; But those dear lips, those eyes, I swear, I would all deaths, all torments bear, Rather than injure Sally, injure Sally, Rather than injure Sally.
Come then, Oh come thou sweeter far Than violets and roses are, Or lilies of the valley, of the valley, Or lilies of the valley. O follow love, and quit your fear, He'll guide you to these arms my dear, And make me blest in Sally, in Sally, And make me blast in Sally.
FINIS.
# When Late I Wandered

* "Pretty Sally", in The Linnet (1819), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "When late I wandered", in Garland of songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "When Late I wander'd", in When Late I wander'd (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "When Late I Wandered", in The Blue Bonnets o'er the Border (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "When Late I Wander'd", in The Tippling Farmer (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# The Tippling Farmer (2)/When Late I Wander'd

When Late I wander’d.
FINIS.
# When Late I wander'd/When Late I wander'd

When Late I wander'd.
When late I wander'd o'er the plain, From nymph to nymph I strove in vain, My wild desires to rally to rally, My wild desires to ral—ly: But now they're of themselves come home. And strange I no longer wish to roam, They centre all in Sally in Sally, They centre all in Sally
Yet she unkind one damps my joy. And cries I court but to destroy, Can love with ruin tally ruin tally, My wild desires to ral—ly: By those dear lips, those eyes, I swear, I would all deaths all torments bear, Rather than injure Sally, injure Sally, Rather than injure Sally,
Come then, Oh come, thou sweeter far Than violets and roses are, Or lillies of the valley of the valley, Or lillies of the val—ley, O follow dove, and quit your fear He'll guide you to these arms my dear, And make me blest in Sally, in Sally. And make me blest in Sal—ly.
# Garland of songs/When late I wandered

WHEN LATE I WANDERED
When late I wandered o'er the plain, From nymph to nymph I strove in vain, My wild desires to rally, to rolly, My wild desires to rally; But now they re of themselves come home, And strange ! no longer wish to roam, They centre all in Sally, in Sally, They centre all in Sally.
Yet she, unkind one damps my joy, And cries, I court but to destroy, Can love with ruin tally, My wild desires to rally; But those dear lips, those eyes, I swear, I would all deaths, all torments bear, Rather than injure Sally, injure Sally, Rather than injure Sally.
Come then, Oh come thou sweeter far Than violets and roses are, Or lilies of the valley, of the valley, Or lilies of the valley. O follow love, and quit your fear, He'll guide you to these arms my dear, And make me blest in Sally, in Sally, And make me blest in Sally.
FINIS.
# The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/Pretty Sally

PRETTY SALLY.
# Consolidated Fund (No. 1) Act 1896

Layout 2 From the The Public General Statutes (1986),
CHAPTER 3.
[27th March 1896.]
Most Gracious Sovereign, WE, Your Majesty's most dutiful and loyal subjects, the Commons of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, in Parliament assembled, towards making good the supply which we have cheerfully granted to Your Majesty in this session of Parliament, have resolved to grant unto Your Majesty the sums herein-after mentioned; and do therefore most humbly beseech Your Majesty that it may be enacted; and be it enacted by the Queen's most Excellent Majesty, by and with the advice and consent of the Lords Spiritual and Temporal, and Commons, in this present Parliament assembled, and by the authority of the same, as follows:
Issue of 2,252,666l. out of the Consolidated Fund for the Service of the year ending 3lst March 1896. 1. The Treasury may issue out of the Consolidated Fund of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, and apply towards making good the supply granted to Her Majesty for the service of the year ending on the thirty-first day of March one thousand eight hundred and ninety-six, the sum of two million two hundred and fifty-two thousand six hundred and sixty-six pounds.
Issue of 10,282,800l. out of the Consolidated Fund for the service of the year ending 3lst March 1897. 2. The Treasury may issue out of the Consolidated Fund of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, and apply towards making good the supply granted to Her Majesty for the service of the year ending on the thirty- first day of March one thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven, the sum of ten million two hundred and eighty-two thousand three hundred pounds.
Power to the Treasury to borrow. 3. The Treasury may borrow from any person, and the Bank of England may advance to the Treasury on the credit of the said sum, any sum or sums not exceeding in the whole the sum of twelve million five hundred and thirty-four thousand nine hundred and sixty-six pounds, and the Treasury shall repay the moneys so borrowed with interest not exceeding five pounds per centum per annum, out of the growing produce of the Consolidated Fund at any period not later than the nest succeeding quarter to that in which the said moneys were borrowed.
Any moneys so borrowed shall be placed to the credit of the account of the Exchequer, and shall form part of the said Consolidated Fund, and be available in any manner in which such Fund is available.
Shot title.4. This Act may be cited as the Consolidated Fund (No. 1) Act, 1896.
# The Tippling Farmer (1802)/The Tippling Farmer

THE TIPPLING FARMER.
# Protection or Free Trade (George)

* Protection or Free Trade (1886), published by Henry George & Co.
* Volume 4 of The Complete Works of Henry George (1904) (transcription project), published by Doubleday, Page & Company
# El Terrible Toreador

* related portals: Cartoons, Musical film, Silly Symphonies, Sound film
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Cast and Crew :
| Crew ||
| Production company | Walt Disney Pictures |
| Director | Walt Disney (d. 1966) |
| Producer | Walt Disney |
| Screenwriter | Walt Disney |
| Composer | Carl W. Stalling (d. 1972) |
| Based on available information, the latest crew member that is relevant to international copyright laws died in 1972, meaning that this film may be in the public domain in countries and jurisdictions with 52 years p.m.a. or less, as well as in the United States. ||
Walt Disney presents a Silly Symphony Trade markRegistered
Copyright MCMXXIX Walt Disney Productions
El Terrible Toreador
Cantino
Lady
Cantino
Toreador
Lady
Heeheeheeheeheehee!
La Gran Corrida de Toros
Entrada General•50 Centavos
Plaza de Toros
Casa de El Toro
Audience
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Reservado para Carmencita
Reservado para Carmencita
Pepper
Toreador
The End
A Walt Disney Production
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1930.
Copyright law abroad tends to consider the following people authors of a film:
* The principal director
* The screenwriter, and/or other writers of dialogue
* The composer/lyricist (if the film is accompanied by sound)
* The cinematographer
* By extension, the authors of any works that may serve as the basis for a film's plot
The longest-living of these authors died in 1988, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 36 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Gallopin' Gaucho

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The film is a parody of the 1927 film The Gaucho, which starred Douglas Fairbanks.
Cast and Crew :
| Crew ||
| Production company | The Walt Disney Company |
| Distributor | Pat Powers |
| Director | Walt Disney (d. 1966) |
| Producer | Walt Disney |
| Screenwriter | Ub Iwerks (d. 1971) |
| Composer | Carl W. Stalling (d. 1972) |
| Based on available information, the latest crew member that is relevant to international copyright laws died in 1972, meaning that this film may be in the public domain in countries and jurisdictions with 52 years p.m.a. or less, as well as in the United States. ||
Disney Cartoons present A Mickey Mouse Sound Cartoon
The Gallopin' Gaucho
A Walt Disney Comic by Ub Iwerks Recorded by Powers Cinephone System Copyright MCMXXIX
Cantino Argentino
Horse
Neigh!
Mickey Mouse
Hahahahahahahaha!
Ha ha
Minnie Mouse
Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!
Black Pete
Haw haw haw haw haw haw haw haw!
Minnie Mouse
Help!
Minnie Mouse
Help! Help! Help!
Cantino Argentino
Family Entrance
Rhea
Cluck!
Hic
Starch
Minnie Mouse
Help! Help!
Help
Black Pete
Haw haw haw haw haw!
Mickey Mouse
The End
A Walt Disney Comic
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* The principal director
* The screenwriter, and/or other writers of dialogue
* The composer/lyricist (if the film is accompanied by sound)
* The cinematographer
* By extension, the authors of any works that may serve as the basis for a film's plot
The longest-living of these authors died in 1972, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 52 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# Mickey's Follies

* related portals: Cartoons, Mickey Mouse, Musical film, Sound film
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| Song | Performer |
| "Minnie's Yoo-Hoo" | Unknown |
Cast and Crew :
| Crew ||
| Production company | The Walt Disney Company |
| Director | Wilfred Jackson (d. 1988) |
| Producer | Walt Disney (d. 1966) |
| Composer | Carl W. Stalling (d. 1972) |
| Based on available information, the latest crew member that is relevant to international copyright laws died in 1988, meaning that this film may be in the public domain in countries and jurisdictions with 36 years p.m.a. or less, as well as in the United States. ||
Disney Cartoons present A Mickey Mouse Sound Cartoon
"Mickey's Follies"
A Walt Disney Comic by Ub Iwerks Recorded by Powers Cinephone System Copyright MCMXXIX
Mickey's Follies
Mickey's Follies
Ducks
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack!
Ducks
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack!
Ducks
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack!
Soap
Soap
Gallery
Pig
...forever! Good-night! Good-night! Good-night!
Duck
Quack! Quack!
Mickey's Theme Song
Mickey Mouse
Box Seat
Minnie Mouse
Minnie Mouse
Yoo-hoo!
Mickey Mouse
The End
A Walt Disney Comic
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1930.
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* The principal director
* The screenwriter, and/or other writers of dialogue
* The composer/lyricist (if the film is accompanied by sound)
* The cinematographer
* By extension, the authors of any works that may serve as the basis for a film's plot
The longest-living of these authors died in 1988, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 36 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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