Henry Clifford: What ho! The guard! The guard!
Henry Clifford: Sloes are blossoming in the hedges
Henry Clifford: Children, let the plighted troth like a ring enfold.
Henry Clifford: Richard is dead, and Richmond reigns!
Henry Clifford: Hail! Hail! All Hail!
Henry Clifford: All is lost! The battle's o'er!
Henry Clifford: When the breezes are still
Henry Clifford: These honest men against their will are outlaws
Henry Clifford: Sir John Saint John approaches!
Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions mysteriously stealing
Henry Clifford: Edward the King! March with a swing!
Henry Clifford: To arms! this mandate to resist writ with my father's
Henry Clifford: Pray for the soul of a chieftan departed!
Henry Clifford: Said Dick to the Devil, "Come, sell me your dice"
Henry Clifford: Ballet and Chorus
Henry Clifford: Edward for King! March with a swing!
Henry Clifford: Safe! Safe beyond the seas!
Henry Clifford: Spirits of the flowers truant from honeyed cages
Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions, mysteriously stealing.
