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Page |
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| Hail Columbia! happy land |
I:3-I:4 |
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| Good people, all attend to me, I'll sing you a merry tale, Sir |
I:5-I:7 |
8 |
| Great Washington, the hero's come |
I:8-I:10 |
12 |
| Sing Yankee Doodle, that fine tune |
I:10-I:13 |
14 |
| Hail, Independence, hail |
I:13-I:15 |
6 |
| Ye gents give ear to me I pray |
I:15-I:17 |
6 |
| Ye chieftains of Columbia, your forces marshal out |
I:17-I:20 |
9 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing |
I:21-I:22 |
7 |
| Few years in the days of my grannam, A |
I:23-I:24 |
3 |
| Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The |
I:24-I:25 |
7 |
| Look, dear ma'am, I'm quite the thing |
I:26-I:27 |
4 |
| Kilkardy is a bonny place |
I:27-I:28 |
3 |
| I am a blade both free and easy |
I:28-I:29 |
5 |
| Dear heart! what a terrible life am I led! |
I:29 |
1 |
| This world is a stage |
I:30-I:33 |
15 |
| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The |
I:33 |
3 |
| I'm a dashing dog, you may see that I am |
I:34-I:35 |
5 |
| Rose that weeps with morning dew, The |
I:35 |
2 |
| Ah: fashion, wherefore do'st thou still |
I:36 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
II:1-II:2 |
3 |
| Trust not man for he'll deceive you |
II:3 |
3 |
| Trust not woman she'll beguile you |
II:3-II:4 |
3 |
| Some women take delight in dress |
II:4-II:5 |
8 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The |
II:5-II:6 |
4 |
| Near Bow'ry Richmond, Thames' side |
II:7 |
3 |
| While happy in my fair one's arms |
II:8 |
2 |
| Where Charles' tide encircling leaves |
II:9 |
2 |
| If your lovers, maids, forsake you |
II:9-II:10 |
4 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
II:10-II:12 |
5 |
| To be sure I don't love in my heart, now |
II:12-II:13 |
3 |
| Come hither, ye youths, and attend to my call |
II:13-II:14 |
2 |
| To Columbia, who gladly reclin'd at her ease |
II:14-II:17 |
6 |
| There's Ichabod has come to town |
II:17-II:20 |
10 |
| When Britain with despotic sway |
II:20-II:22 |
6 |
| Let us laugh at the common distinctions of state |
II:22-II:23 |
8 |
| What's a valiant hero? beat the drum |
II:24 |
5 |
| What a charming thing's a battle? |
II:25 |
2 |
| Let men elate, with doctors prate |
II:26 |
5 |
| Welcome, welcome, brother debtor |
II:27-II:28 |
4 |
| When fortune doth frown |
II:28-II:29 |
8 |
| Oh! Cupid forever |
II:30-II:31 |
5 |
| I'm plagu'd with my friends and my neighbors to boot |
II:31-II:32 |
7 |
| When first the Sun o'er Ocean glow'd |
II:32-II:34 |
8 |
| Little insect that on high |
II:34-II:35 |
5 |
| Come cease all your pother, about this or about that |
II:35-II:36 |
10 |
| I once was a maiden as fresh as a rose |
III:1 |
4 |
| Beautious sterling late I saw, A [sic] |
III:2-III:3 |
7 |
| See, beneath yon bow'r of roses |
III:3 |
4 |
| Could you to battle march away |
III:4-III:5 |
3 |
| As I stood filing in my shop |
III:5-III:7 |
1 |
| Our immortal poet's page |
III:7-III:10 |
8 |
| From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise |
III:10-III:11 |
4 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
III:11-III:15 |
22 |
| I thought our quarrels ended |
III:15 |
2 |
| Sweet scented beau, and a simp'ring young cit, A |
III:16 |
3 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind |
III:17 |
4 |
| Ye youths, wheresoever ye wander so free |
III:18-III:19 |
3 |
| From whom I'm descended, or how I came here |
III:19 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? |
III:20 |
3 |
| Go, patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see |
III:21-III:23 |
12 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
III:23-III:24 |
6 |
| Now, Joan, we are married, and now let me say |
III:24-III:25 |
7 |
| Say, little foolish, fluttering thing |
III:26 |
1 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want |
III:26-III:27 |
5 |
| Hail godlike Washington! |
III:27-III:31 |
13 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought |
III:31-III:35 |
8 |
| Dauntless sailor leaves his home, The |
III:35-III:36 |
3 |
| What is a poet, Sir? you, Sir? no, Sir? |
III:36 |
3 |
| Rose tree in full blooming, A |
IV:1-IV:3 |
6 |
| How brim full of nothing's the life of a beau |
IV:3-IV:4 |
5 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The |
IV:4-IV:5 |
4 |
| Pounds, shillings, pence and farthings |
IV:5-IV:6 |
3 |
| My mother says, I'm now sixteen |
IV:6-IV:7 |
6 |
| On a mossy bank reclin'd |
IV:7 |
2 |
| Chloe, by that borrow'd kiss |
IV:8 |
2 |
| When Fanny I saw, as she trip'd o'er the green [sic] |
IV:8 |
2 |
| Whither, my love, ah! whither art thou gone |
IV:9 |
1 |
| When I was a chit, just got into my teens |
IV:9-IV:10 |
3 |
| Sweet inmate---sensibility |
IV:10 |
1 |
| Zephir come, thou playful minion |
IV:11 |
2 |
| When first I slipp'd my leading strings---to please her little Poll |
IV:11-IV:12 |
4 |
| From night till morn, I take my glass |
IV:12 |
2 |
| I tread the borders of the main |
IV:13 |
2 |
| In the sad and silent gloom |
IV:13-IV:14 |
4 |
| When e'er I view the opening dawn |
IV:14-IV:15 |
3 |
| Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm |
IV:15-IV:16 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee |
IV:16-IV:17 |
4 |
| No care beyond the morrow! |
IV:17-IV:18 |
4 |
| From Helicon's embow'ring shades |
IV:18-IV:20 |
9 |
| Fly ye traitors from our land |
IV:20-IV:22 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, unite in the cause |
IV:22-IV:24 |
5 |
| From th' soil our fathers dearly bought |
IV:24-IV:25 |
5 |
| Hail, victorious Freedom, hail! |
IV:25-IV:26 |
4 |
| Come all grenadiers let us join hand in hand |
IV:27 |
3 |
| Hail, patriots all! this day combine |
IV:28 |
4 |
| How happy is the man |
IV:29 |
6 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other |
IV:30 |
2 |
| When on thy bosom I recline |
IV:30-IV:31 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales |
IV:31-IV:32 |
3 |
| 'Twas underneath a May-blown bush |
IV:32-IV:33 |
3 |
| To fly, like bird, from grove to grove |
IV:33-IV:34 |
4 |
| Adieu, ye streams that gently flowing |
IV:34-IV:35 |
7 |
| Yet a while, sweet sleep, deceive me |
IV:35 |
1 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain |
IV:36 |
3 |
| Amo, amas, I love a lass |
V:1-V:2 |
3 |
| Ah! Delia, see the fatal hours, farewell my soul's delight |
V:2-V:3 |
7 |
| Willy, after courting long, married me on Sunday |
V:4-V:5 |
3 |
| Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger |
V:5-V:6 |
5 |
| Lark was up, the morn was grey, The |
V:6-V:9 |
16 |
| Youth and beauty kindle love |
V:9 |
1 |
| Both sexes give ear to my fancy |
V:10-V:11 |
10 |
| Long time I serv'd young Rosalind |
V:11-V:12 |
5 |
| How happy were my days till now! |
V:12 |
3 |
| Fair Kitty beautiful and young |
V:13-V:14 |
3 |
| Come, hail the day, ye sons of mirth |
V:14-V:15 |
8 |
| God save the United States |
V:16-V:17 |
5 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen, too |
V:17-V:18 |
3 |
| Cease, a while, ye winds to blow |
V:18 |
4 |
| British lion is my sign, The |
V:19-V:20 |
3 |
| Come now all ye social pow'rs |
V:20-V:21 |
4 |
| Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, The |
V:21-V:22 |
5 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love |
V:22 |
4 |
| Fickle bliss, fantastic treasure |
V:23 |
3 |
| As my cow I was milking just now in the vale |
V:23-V:24 |
4 |
| Dapper Ted Tattoo is my natty name |
V:24-V:26 |
5 |
| Though prudence may press me |
V:26-V:27 |
2 |
| One---Female companion to soften my cares |
V:27 |
1 |
| Well here I am, and what of that |
V:28-V:29 |
3 |
| When Delia on the plain appears |
V:29 |
5 |
| Topsail shiver in the wind, The [sic] |
V:30 |
3 |
| Of damask cheek, and snowy neck [sic] |
V:30-V:31 |
4 |
| Just to your country |
V:31 |
2 |
| Ye virgins attend |
V:32-V:33 |
5 |
| No rose pink of carnation |
V:33-V:34 |
4 |
| Come listen to my ditty you royal men of London |
V:34-V:36 |
6 |
| For tenderness form'd in life's early day |
V:36 |
3 |
| Something new is the cry |
VI:1-VI:3 |
12 |
| Let who will complain of the troubles they meet |
VI:4-VI:5 |
10 |
| Adieu! ye verdant lawns and bow'rs |
VI:5-VI:6 |
3 |
| I'm old Owen Murdock, indeed |
VI:6-VI:9 |
18 |
| Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall, A |
VI:9-VI:10 |
7 |
| As cross the field, the other morn |
VI:10-VI:11 |
3 |
| Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain |
VI:11-VI:12 |
3 |
| To my muse give attention, and deem it not a mystery |
VI:12-VI:15 |
10 |
| Hark! Echo! sweet Echo repeats the loud strain |
VI:15-VI:16 |
2 |
| Shape alone let others prize, The |
VI:16-VI:17 |
7 |
| How bless'd has my time been, what joys have I known |
VI:17-VI:18 |
5 |
| Tho' grandeur flies my humble roof |
VI:18-VI:19 |
8 |
| Farewell ye groves and chrystal fountains |
VI:19 |
1 |
| Diogenes, surly and proud |
VI:20-VI:21 |
4 |
| While high the foaming surges rise |
VI:21-VI:22 |
3 |
| Simplicity! thou fav'rite child |
VI:22-VI:23 |
2 |
| My name's Tibby Bob |
VI:23-VI:24 |
3 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
VI:24-VI:26 |
9 |
| Since there's no small diff'rence 'twixt drowning and drinking |
VI:26-VI:27 |
6 |
| In choice of a husband we widows are nice |
VI:27-VI:28 |
3 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
VI:28-VI:29 |
5 |
| Whilst happy in our native land |
VI:29-VI:31 |
5 |
| Awake from delution, ye sons of the brave |
VI:31-VI:32 |
6 |
| I dream'd I saw a piteous sight |
VI:33-VI:34 |
8 |
| I am a jolly, gay pedlar |
VI:34-VI:35 |
3 |
| Ye beauties, or such as would beauties be fam'd |
VI:35-VI:36 |
3 |
| May day of life is for pleasure, The |
VI:36 |
4 |
| 'Tis Masonry unites mankind |
VII:1-VII:2 |
7 |
| Come let us prepare |
VII:3-VII:4 |
7 |
| Ye dull stupid mortals give o'er your conjectures |
VII:4-VII:6 |
4 |
| Mason's daughter fair and young, A |
VII:6-VII:7 |
4 |
| When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes |
VII:7-VII:8 |
4 |
| Almighty Sire! our heavenly king |
VII:8-VII:9 |
2 |
| It is my duty to obey |
VII:9-VII:10 |
5 |
| Ye gracious powers of choral song |
VII:11-VII:12 |
10 |
| Mason's life's the life for me, A |
VII:12-VII:14 |
14 |
| Hail Masonry divine! |
VII:14-VII:15 |
2 |
| I sing the Mason's glory |
VII:15-VII:17 |
4 |
| Great source of light and love |
VII:17 |
4 |
| When Masonry expiring lay, by knaves and fools rejected |
VII:18-VII:19 |
5 |
| How pleasing how joyful when brethren unite |
VII:19-VII:20 |
4 |
| With plumb, level, and square |
VII:20-VII:22 |
5 |
| Come, ye Masons, hither bring |
VII:22-VII:23 |
5 |
| Unto thee, great God, belong |
VII:23-VII:24 |
8 |