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Short Title Columbian, 1797 
Title Columbian Songster, The 
Pages 232 
Publisher Greenleaf Press 
Location AoA 
Date 1797 
Place New York 
Data Place AoA: E31961 
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Down the burn and thro' the mead 
Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design 
Lowland lads think they are fine, The 
My sweet pretty Mog, you're as soft as a bog 
As Jockey sat beneath a shade  3-4 
Shepherds I have lost my love 
It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing 
Dusky night rides down the sky, The  5-6 
Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes  6-7 
Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play  7-8 
Topsail shivers in the wind, The 
Some how my spindle I mislaid  8-9 
This world is a stage, where all men engage  9-10 
When lav'rocks sweet and yellow broom  10 
When kind friends expect a song  11 
Come now, all ye social pow'rs  11-12 
Ye virgins attend, believe me your friend  12-13 
My days have been so wondrous fine  13 
It is I believe, next Hollandtide eve  14 
Stag thro' the forest, when rous'd by the horn, The  14 
Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall, A  15 
Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The  16 
Taylor I once was as blithe as e'er need be, A  16-17 
I envy not the proud their wealth  17 
Me be one poor slave, brought into Barbado  18 
No glory I covet, no riches I want  18-19 
Leave off your fooloish prating  19 
'Twas on the morn of sweet May day  20-21 
'Tis wine that clears the understanding  21 
Let the tempest of war  21-22 
Drunk I was last night, that's poz  22 
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer!  22-24 
No more I'll court the town-bred fair  24-25 
When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me  25 
At Totterdwon hill there dwelt an old pair  25-26 
As you mean to set sail for the land of delight  26-27 
Guardian angel now protect me  27 
Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The  28 
Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The  28-29 
O the days when I was young  29-30 
Hunters are up and the ruddy fac'd morn, The  30-31 
Jacky Bull, when bound for France  31 
When gentle zephyr fans the ocean  31-32 
Amo amas, I love a lass  32-33 
When the blythe village-maid leads her flocks to the plains  33 
Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The  33-34 
Three daughters I have, and as prettily made  34 
How imperfect is expression  35 
Hark, dear girl, the message hear  35-36 
I've kiss and I've prattled with fifty fair maids [sic]  36 
To horse, ye jolly sportsmen  36-38  10 
Dear Kathleen, you no doubt  38 
One summer's eve, when Luna's beam  38-39 
As through the grove, the other day  39-40 
As passing by a shady grove  40-41 
My love is gone to sea  41 
Ye sons of Mars, attend  41-42 
Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn  42-43 
Wou'd you know, my good friends, what the honey-moon is  43-44 
Says Plato why should man be vain?  44 
See beneath yon bow'r of roses  45 
Since love is the plan  45 
Happy, harmless, rural pair  46 
Lovely nymph now cease to languish  46 
Linnet's nest with anxious care, A  47 
Banish sorrow, grief and folly  47-48 
Busy crew their sails unbending, The  48 
I sing the beauties that adorn  48-49 
Blow chearfully ye winds, till my Henry return  49   
Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear  49-50 
It was upon a Lammas night  50-51 
Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen also  52 
Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The  52-53 
Say little foolish fluttering thing  53-54 
How sweet the rosy blush of morn  54 
From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise  54-55 
Fields were green, the hills were gay, The  55 
As my cow I was milking just now in the vale  56 
On that fair bank where Lubin died  56-57 
As down on Banna's banks I stray'd  57-58 
Lord, what care I for mam or dad?  58-59 
How stands the glass around?  59 
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day  60 
Oh! the days when I was young!  60-61 
Young Willy woo'd me long in vain  61 
Master I have, and I am his man, A  61-62 
Gad a mercy! devil's in me  62-63 
Hark! hark! sweet lass, the trumpet sounds  63 
In vain to me the hours of care  63-64 
Go! tuneful bird, that glads the skies  64 
Ye gents, give ear to me, I pray  64-66 
I dreamt I saw a piteous sight  66-67 
Thus for men the women fair  67 
Cease, tyrant of my flaming bosom  67-68 
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The  68 
Behold on the brow the leaves olay in the breeze  68-69 
Knights errant of old  69-70 
De'il burn you a', quothe St. Andrew  70 
Now, cotsplood, quoth St. David  70 
St. Dennis di, mes chere amis  70 
St. Patrick, hot as lightning with whiskey and old bumbo  70 
When errant knights, in proud array  70-71 
Thou soft flowing Avon! by the silver stream [sic]  71 
Sun shone pale on mountain snow, The  71-72 
Few years ago, in the days of my grannum, A  72-73 
Aspasia rolls her sparkling eyes  73 
Come bustle, bustle, drink about  74 
What a charming thing's a battle  74-75 
Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm  75-76 
Ma chere amie, my charming fair  76 
Mon cher ami, amis tres cher  76-77 
I winna marry one mon but Sandy o'er the lee  77 
How sweet is love when virtue guides  77 
Now's the time for mirth and glee  78 
Gallants attend, and hear a friend  78-81  22 
One morning young Roger accosted me thus  81 
What pleasures can compare  82 
O Sandy, why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn?  83 
Hark! forward away, my brave boys to the chace  83-84 
That I might not be plagu'd with the nonsense of men  84 
'Twas at the break of day we spy'd  85 
When Orpheus went down to the regions below  86 
When I wake with painful brow  86-87 
Here's to the maid of bashful fifteen  87-88 
When running life's race  88-89 
There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee  89-90 
Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear  90 
As on a summer's day  91-92 
Jolly mortals fill your glasses  92 
Of all the fine things that the gay celebrate  92 
Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale  93 
Say Phoebe why is gentle love  93 
Dusky night rides down the sky, The  94 
Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair  94-95 
A courting I went to my love  95-96 
Encompass'd in an angel's frame  96 
West of th' old Atlantic, firm Liberty stands  97-99  14 
When America first, at Heaven's command  99-100 
Fame, let thy trumpet sound  101-102 
When exil'd Freedom, forc'd to roam  102-103 
At length war's sanguine scenes are o'er  103-104 
Since first l' Ambuscade came here  104-106 
Eventful point of time!  106-108 
Ye sons of France, away to glory  108-109 
In a chariot of light from the regions of day  109-110 
O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France  110-112 
Lift aloft the trumpet  112-113 
Hail, social converse! source of purest pleasure  113-114 
Why give to your tyrants the laurel of fame?  114-118  18 
Whilst in peaceful quarter's lying  118-121  11 
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entewine  121 
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still  122-123 
Contented I am, and contented I'llbe  123-124  11 
Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove  124-125 
Friendship to every willing mind  125-126 
God save---"The Rights of Man""  127-128 
Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise  128-130 
Nimrods of the North had among themselves agreed, sir!, The  130-132  10 
On the cliffs of the Andes, where virtue once reign'd  133-134  10 
Aujourd'huy qua l'egalite  134-136 
     
Genius of France from his star begem'd throne, The  136-138 
Now let rich music sound  138-139 
Al hail! to Freedom's sons  139-140 
Again by the spirit of Freedom invited  140-141 
Don't blubber, dear Norah, I beg you'd be easy  142-143 
Donna makoo makoonas!  143-146  13 
When a nation's obsorb'd under Tyranny's chain  146-147 
While tyranny marshals her minions around [sic]  147-149  15 
Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The  149-150 
While high the foaming surges rise  150-151 
Crown'd with auspicious light  151-153 
Power that created the night and the day, The  153-154 
Hark! hHark! a joyous, cheering sound  154 
Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The  155-156 
Come all ye sons of song  156-157 
O yes, my good people, draw near  157-158  12 
No longer let kings and base princes decree  158-159 
Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold  159-160 
When our fathers came o'er  160-162  10 
God save great Washington  162-163 
Ye sons of Freedom hail the day  164-165 
When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd  165-166 
Fairest flow'rets bring, The  166-167 
Hark! hark! the joyful news is come  167-168 
Americans rejoice!  168-169 
From Susquehannah's utmost springs  169-171  14 
While war's crimson carnage is drenching the plains  171-173  14 
Why stands the tear in Mara's eye  173-174 
Come all, ye lovely virgins, come  174-175 
While landmen wander uncontroul'd  175-177 
Fill! fill to Washington  177-179 
Independence! how bright are the blessings you give!  179 
Hail to the sun, whose circling ray  180-181 
Great Washington! the hero's come  181-182 
Hail! the first, the greatest blessing  183-184 
Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools  184-186  10 
Hail, Freedom all hail! on the top of Mount Bleed  186 
Ye patriots, listen to my strain  186-188 
On the basis of fame Columbia stands  188 
Come all ye sons of song  189 
Let the foes of Great-Britain now wantonly brag  190-191 
Let some in grog place their delight  191-192 
Arise ye generous youths of France  192-194 
Hail thou auspicious day  194-196 
America's birth day bids Freemen arise  196-197 
'Tis done! the edict past by Heav'n decreed  197-199 
To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe  199-200 
To Heaven's empyreal height  200-202 
Come, come, my friends, let's hail the day  202 
Come, peace of mind, delightful guest  202-203 
Whilst sycophantic trembling slaves  203-205 
Red arm of slaughter is stretch'd o'er the plain, The  205-206 
When first the mitre's wrath to shun  206-208 
Who, and what are you, sceptred bullies? speak  208-211  14 
Ye vile swinish herd in the sty of taxation  211-213  12 
Tho' many a nymph may claim my song  214 
Exulting beauty! phantom of an hour!  214-215 
To thee, fair freedom, I retire  215-216 
Angel of the darkest hue, An  216 
When stranded on some distant coast  217 
Pray kiss me, gentle Chloe cry'd  217-218 
With thankful hearts and cheerful voice  218-219 
Have I then committed treason?  219-220 
Let music's sons rejoice  220-221 
Thou lovely daughter of the sea  221-222 
Delia. for thee I'd seek the foe  222-223 
Hail lovely maid! Hail power divine!  223-224 
When Freedom's sons, at Heav'ns command  225-227  10 
Enthron'd in weeds of state  227-228 
Hail! great Republic of the world  229 
That seat of science Athens and earth's proud mistress Rome  230 
Hail America hail, unrival'd in fame  230-323 
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