| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| 'Twas in that season of the year |
3-4 |
4 |
| From Roslin Castle's echoing walls |
4 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near and ye sportswomen too |
4-5 |
3 |
| Banish sorrow, grief and folly |
5-6 |
4 |
| My love was once a bonny lad |
6-7 |
5 |
| 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing |
7 |
3 |
| Come haste to the wedding, ye friends and ye neighbors |
8 |
3 |
| Ye sons of France, awake to glory |
8 |
1 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The |
17-18 |
4 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed |
18 |
2 |
| Faint and wearily the way worn traveller |
18-19 |
2 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! |
19-21 |
9 |
| Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing |
21 |
3 |
| Bright god of day drew westward his ray, The |
21-22 |
5 |
| No more my songs shall be, ye swains |
22-23 |
4 |
| Come each jolly fellow that loves to get mellow |
23 |
4 |
| Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret |
24-25 |
5 |
| Ye lads and ye lasses so buxom and clever |
25-26 |
3 |
| In good king Charles' golden days |
26-27 |
6 |
| Push about the bowl, boys, let us leave all meaner joys |
27-28 |
5 |
| 'Twas in the good ship Rover |
28-29 |
4 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
29-30 |
3 |
| Friendship to every willing mind |
30-31 |
5 |
| At length my charming creature |
31 |
4 |
| Tobacco is an Indian weed |
32 |
5 |
| 'Twas once that I loved a bonny, bonny boy |
32-33 |
6 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing |
33-34 |
7 |
| How imperfect is expression |
34-35 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian half past four |
35-36 |
6 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
36-37 |
4 |
| Cease, a while, ye winds to blow |
37-38 |
3 |
| Saw you my hero, saw you my Hero |
38-39 |
7 |
| There was once an old widow, and she had a son |
39-40 |
7 |
| Rose-tree in full bearing, The |
40 |
2 |