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| Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn |
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| Early horn salutes the morn, The |
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| Come, rouse from your trances |
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2 |
| Let the gay ones and great |
5-6 |
2 |
| Sound sound the brisk horn |
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| Sweet rosy morning, The |
6-7 |
3 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
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6 |
| No woman her envy can smother |
8-9 |
2 |
| Ask if yon damask rose is sweet |
9 |
3 |
| Of woman to tell you my mind |
9-10 |
2 |
| Let heroes delight in the toils of the war |
10 |
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| Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear |
10-11 |
2 |
| Can love be controul'd by advice? |
11 |
2 |
| Dear Chloe, come give me sweet kisses |
11-12 |
3 |
| Declare, my pretty maid |
12-13 |
5 |
| When Placinda's beauties appear |
13 |
3 |
| Fair Kitty, beautiful and young |
14 |
3 |
| From college I came |
15 |
4 |
| Ah! dear Margella! maid divine |
15-16 |
4 |
| As thro' the grove I chanc'd to stray |
16-17 |
5 |
| By a cool fountain's flow'ry side |
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5 |
| In pursuit of some lambs from my flocks that had stray'd |
18 |
6 |
| Tho' women, 'tis true, are but tender |
19 |
3 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The |
19-20 |
3 |
| From sweet bewitching tricks of love |
20-21 |
4 |
| When first I sought fair Celia's love |
21 |
4 |
| Dear madam, when ladies are willing |
21-22 |
2 |
| You may say what you will, but Belinda's too tall |
22-23 |
7 |
| I'm in love with twenty |
23-24 |
6 |
| Buy my matches, I have matches for all |
24-25 |
5 |
| I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter |
25-26 |
4 |
| Why dont you know me by my scars? |
26-27 |
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| Sir Solomon Simons when he did wed |
27-29 |
7 |
| Come, pretty Poll, from tears refrain |
29-30 |
3 |
| Just at the close of summers day |
30 |
4 |
| Dapper-tit-tat-too is my natty name |
30-32 |
4 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land! |
32-34 |
5 |
| Young Mog arriv'd at woman's growth |
34-35 |
3 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a lass |
35-36 |
3 |
| As cross the field the other morn |
36-37 |
3 |
| Can you to the battle march away |
37-38 |
4 |
| Little does the townswife know |
38 |
3 |
| When I was at home I was merry and frisky |
39 |
3 |
| War has still it's melody |
39-40 |
2 |
| For our country when with fav'ring gale |
40-41 |
3 |
| Bold Jack, the sailor, here I come |
41-42 |
5 |
| Oh dear! what can the matter be! |
42-43 |
3 |
| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun |
43-44 |
4 |
| Tho' I'm a very little lad |
45 |
3 |
| When I've money I am merry |
46 |
3 |
| On Afric's wide plains where lions now roaring |
46-48 |
6 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly |
48-49 |
7 |
| Loud thund'ring cannons rend the air |
50 |
4 |
| Come cheer up my countrymen, ne'er be dismay'd |
51-52 |
5 |
| Rise, patriot sons! the morn appears |
52-54 |
6 |
| Trumpet of Liberty sounds thro the world, The |
54-55 |
7 |
| God save the Rights of Man! |
55-56 |
6 |
| Come buy of poor Mary, primroses I sell |
56-57 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales |
57-58 |
3 |
| Fill high the animating glass |
58-59 |
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| Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak |
59 |
3 |
| Four and twenty fidlers all in a row [sic] |
60-62 |
12 |
| Across the downs this morning |
62-63 |
3 |
| O dearly do I love to rove |
63-64 |
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| When whistling winds are heard to blow |
64-65 |
3 |
| This morning Aurora peep'd over the hills |
65-66 |
3 |
| When I was a chit, just got into my teens |
66-67 |
3 |
| Come listen awhile, and I'll sing you a ditty |
67-69 |
6 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The |
69-70 |
3 |
| Our country is our ship, d' ye see |
70 |
3 |
| Woman is like to--but stay--, A |
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| Ned oft had brav'd the field of battle |
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2 |
| Ye youths wheresoever ye wander so free |
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| When first I was kitten'd, it was in Kilkenny |
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| When I was of a tender age |
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