Henry Alken "Illustrations to Popular Songs" 1823 hand colored soft-ground etchings



Illustrations to Popular Songs by Henry Alken Published by Thomas McLean, Repository of Wit & Humour, London 1822-24 Original Hand-colored soft-ground etchings nearly 190 years old Sheet Size: 9½ x 13½ inches Image Size: varies, but approx. 7¾ x 9½ inches in most cases Condition: Mostly Excellent. Some prints may have signs of foxing or other age-related defects. Please have a look at the enlarged photos for the best indication of each print's condition.

Please click on the thumbnails for an enlarged view. Note; the entire sheet did not fit on the scanner, so the full margins are not shown but are present, as issued.
While happy in my Native Land Adieu Adieu my Native Land Begone dull care A Hogshead was offered at Barchus's Shrine Love has Eyes $95	He was famed for deeds of arms My Friend is the man I would copy through life While I hang on your bosom She a Maid of envied Charms he to her his Love in part one pure flame pervaded with heart He harbours no envy he causes no strife $95

What's this dull town to me I am a Country Actor And well I tread the Stage Encompas'd in an Angels frame On board our trim Vessel, Her mouth with a smile Mark a poor desolate maid Strong Gin and other compounds A Knight of a gay & gallant mien $95	With ___ mixture without measure May we Live a Life of Pleasure Said a Smile To a Tear For with them ____ true Joys are found $95

Far removed from Noise & Smoke Young love flew to Paphian bower What airy sound floats sweetly round Taste, oh taste this spicy wine My life, my joy, my blessing $95	Ye Gentlemen of England, That live at home at ease Anna thy charms my bosom fire Nor bent me with his Pron hand Time has not thinned by flowing hair Blow winds blow, your sounding horn Sing old Rose & burn the bellows $95

Mary, dear Mary, list awake! A poor little Orphan neglected am I Thy father! away, I renounce the soft claim, Thou spot to my honour, thou blast to my fame Now all thy virgin sweets are mine My banks are furnished with bees, Whose murmers...... $95	A fig for the cares of the whirligig world Small still be my maxim where ever I'm twirld At length puss is caught And lies panting for breath At the peaceful midnight hour $95

A Highland lad my love was born A Rose free in full bearing Could a man be secure Fly, soft ideas, fly To wander alone when the moon faintly beaming $95	My love she is so pretty When a man's too much inclin'd to sleep A parson who had a remarkable foible Od's blood what a time for a sea man to sculk Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove Love's blind they say $95

Every pulse every pulse along my veins And every roving fancy For health and I've spirits too If I swear by that eye You'll allow Its look is so shifting and new That the oath I might trace on it now The very next glance might undo In storms when clouds obscure the sky $95	'Tis he my William come from Sea The Soldiers gratitude There was an ancient fair And she lov'd a neat young man When first impell'd by honours call Shepherds I have lost my love Ope' thy casement Lady bright $95

O would swere my lot...O stay O stay Fie Liza scorn the little art Which meaner beauties use Alas where is my lover gone Fly to the Desert with me Turn fair Clora Go false Damon Give ear to me both high & low Fly swiftly ye moments $95	I saw that form in youthful trim I'm not one of your fops From night 'till morn I take my glass Roys wife of Aldivalloch I love thee night & day love I've kiss'd & I've prattled with fifty fair maids $95

Turn away those eyes of love Come cheer up my lads 'tis to glory we steer Lest I die with pleasure 'Twas night & the midwatch was past $95	When in death I shall calm recline When absent from her Oh Slumber my darling The Soldier lived of wars alarms Fair Ellen like a lilly grew Sons of Freedom hear my story $95

I am the boy for bewitching them United in a noble cause The night before the battle rag'd Within the silent camp Flow thou regal purple stream Go George, I can't endure you $75	What beau was arm'd completer But are you sure the news is true Come here fond youth who e'er you be I'ze a Yorkshire Man Just come to Town A Soldier I am for the Ladies Come all you jolly sailors bold Whose hearts are cast in honours mould While Englands glory I unfold Sally in our Alley $95

True sportsmen are we for the game once in view With unrestrain'd ardour the Chase we pursue Dash fearless along in despight of controul Break down every fence game, game to the soul $125	The hounds are uncoupled wee yonder they fly They have a strong scent & are all in full cry Awake ye dull sportsmen bid slumber adieu The huntsman is ready the chace to pursue Hark away my brave boys to the meadows repair $125

How sweet to be, as on we lush By any thing entangling Amidst a lovely thorny bush Or on a tree left dangling Then when our mettles at its pitch While tally ho, were bawling Safe landed in a muddy ditch To be genteely sparwling Whle many a broken sconce and face Proclaim the pleasures of the chace Let muddy ditches wash your face Still great's the pleasure of the chace Then dripping like a drowning rat $125	A Southerly wind and a stormy sky Proclaim a hunting morning A stormy sky o'ercharg'd with rain Both hounds and huntsmen opposes Then we rid & spur for a two hours chase Our horses so panting and sobbing $125

No joys can delight like the sports of the field To hunting all pleasure and pastime must yield Hark away, hark away To the sound of the horn $125	Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn And spangles deck the thorn Sportsmen who are staunch & true A fig for the man who embark'd in the chase... To fear or impediment ever gives place A true sportsman resolv'd, dashes thro' thick & thin He may be at fault but he never gives in $110 (see enlargement for flaw)

Arise brother sportsmen the landscape survey Now the dog and the gun can delight Bright Phoebus in Cancer has mounted his Car... And the swains of Diana rush eager to war $125

Henry Alken etchings and engravings are also available from: Sporting Prints (circa 1830) Symptoms of Being Amused (1822-27)

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Illustrations to Popular Songs
by Henry Alken

Published by Thomas McLean, Repository of Wit & Humour, London
1822-24

Original Hand-colored soft-ground etchings nearly 190 years old

Sheet Size: 9½ x 13½ inches

Image Size: varies, but approx. 7¾ x 9½ inches in most cases

Condition: Mostly Excellent. Some prints may have signs of foxing or other
age-related defects. Please have a look at the enlarged photos for the
best indication of each print's condition.

Please click on the thumbnails for an enlarged view. Note; the entire sheet did not fit on the scanner, so the full margins are not shown but are present, as issued.

While happy in my Native Land

Adieu Adieu my Native Land

Begone dull care

A Hogshead was offered at Barchus's Shrine

Love has Eyes

$95

He was famed for deeds of arms

My Friend is the man I would copy through life

While I hang on your bosom

She a Maid of envied Charms

he to her his Love in part one pure flame pervaded with heart

He harbours no envy he causes no strife

$95

What's this dull town to me

I am a Country Actor And well I tread the Stage

Encompas'd in an Angels frame

On board our trim Vessel,
Her mouth with a smile

Mark a poor desolate maid

Strong Gin and other compounds

A Knight of a gay & gallant mien

$95

With ___ mixture without measure

May we Live a Life of Pleasure

Said a Smile

To a Tear

For with them ____ true Joys are found

$95

Far removed from Noise & Smoke

Young love flew to Paphian bower

What airy sound floats sweetly round

Taste, oh taste this spicy wine

My life, my joy, my blessing

$95

Ye Gentlemen of England,
That live at home at ease

Anna thy charms my bosom fire

Nor bent me with his Pron hand

Time has not thinned by flowing hair

Blow winds blow, your sounding horn

Sing old Rose & burn the bellows

$95

Mary, dear Mary, list awake!

A poor little Orphan neglected am I
Thy father! away, I renounce the soft claim,
Thou spot to my honour, thou blast to my fame

Now all thy virgin sweets are mine

My banks are furnished with bees,
Whose murmers......

$95

A fig for the cares of the whirligig world

Small still be my maxim where ever I'm twirld

At length puss is caught
And lies panting for breath

At the peaceful midnight hour

$95

A Highland lad my love was born

A Rose free in full bearing

Could a man be secure

Fly, soft ideas, fly

To wander alone when the moon faintly beaming

$95

My love she is so pretty

When a man's too much inclin'd to sleep

A parson who had a remarkable foible

Od's blood what a time for a sea man to sculk

Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove

Love's blind they say

$95

Every pulse every pulse along my veins
And every roving fancy

For health and I've spirits too

If I swear by that eye You'll allow
Its look is so shifting and new
That the oath I might trace on it now
The very next glance might undo

In storms when clouds obscure the sky

$95

'Tis he my William come from Sea

The Soldiers gratitude

There was an ancient fair
And she lov'd a neat young man

When first impell'd by honours call

Shepherds I have lost my love

Ope' thy casement Lady bright

$95

O would swere my lot...O stay O stay

Fie Liza scorn the little art
Which meaner beauties use

Alas where is my lover gone

Fly to the Desert with me

Turn fair Clora Go false Damon

Give ear to me both high & low

Fly swiftly ye moments

$95

I saw that form in youthful trim

I'm not one of your fops

From night 'till morn I take my glass

Roys wife of Aldivalloch

I love thee night & day love

I've kiss'd & I've prattled with fifty fair maids

$95

Turn away those eyes of love

Come cheer up my lads 'tis to glory we steer

Lest I die with pleasure

'Twas night & the midwatch was past

$95

When in death I shall calm recline

When absent from her

Oh Slumber my darling

The Soldier lived of wars alarms

Fair Ellen like a lilly grew

Sons of Freedom hear my story

$95

I am the boy for bewitching them

United in a noble cause

The night before the battle rag'd
Within the silent camp

Flow thou regal purple stream

Go George, I can't endure you

$75

What beau was arm'd completer

But are you sure the news is true

Come here fond youth who e'er you be
I'ze a Yorkshire Man Just come to Town

A Soldier I am for the Ladies

Come all you jolly sailors bold
Whose hearts are cast in honours mould
While Englands glory I unfold

Sally in our Alley

$95

True sportsmen are we
for the game once in view
With unrestrain'd ardour the Chase we pursue

Dash fearless along in despight of controul
Break down every fence
game, game to the soul

$125

The hounds are uncoupled wee yonder they fly
They have a strong scent & are all in full cry

Awake ye dull sportsmen bid slumber adieu
The huntsman is ready the chace to pursue

Hark away my brave boys to the meadows repair

$125

How sweet to be, as on we lush
By any thing entangling
Amidst a lovely thorny bush
Or on a tree left dangling

Then when our mettles at its pitch
While tally ho, were bawling
Safe landed in a muddy ditch
To be genteely sparwling

Whle many a broken sconce and face
Proclaim the pleasures of the chace

Let muddy ditches wash your face
Still great's the pleasure of the chace
Then dripping like a drowning rat

$125

A Southerly wind and a stormy sky
Proclaim a hunting morning

A stormy sky o'ercharg'd with rain
Both hounds and huntsmen opposes

Then we rid & spur for a two hours chase
Our horses so panting and sobbing

$125

No joys can delight like the sports of the field

To hunting all pleasure and pastime must yield

Hark away, hark away

To the sound of the horn

$125

Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn
And spangles deck the thorn

Sportsmen who are staunch & true

A fig for the man who embark'd in the chase...
To fear or impediment ever gives place

A true sportsman resolv'd,
dashes thro' thick & thin
He may be at fault but he never gives in

$110
(see enlargement for flaw)

Arise brother sportsmen the landscape survey
Now the dog and the gun can delight

Bright Phoebus in Cancer has mounted his Car...
And the swains of Diana rush eager to war

$125

Henry Alken etchings and engravings are also available from:

Sporting Prints (circa 1830)

Symptoms of Being Amused (1822-27)

Humor and Satire home