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| Come, come, my jolly lads! |
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| Go patter to lubbers and swabs d' ye see |
4-6 |
4 |
| I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy |
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5 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
9 |
3 |
| When trees did bud, and fields were green |
9-10 |
4 |
| There was a jolly miller once |
11-12 |
4 |
| When weary Sol gaz'd down the West |
12 |
3 |
| How stands the glass around? |
13-14 |
3 |
| How pleasant a sailor's life passes |
14-15 |
3 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The |
15-16 |
3 |
| By the gaily circling glass |
16 |
2 |
| How bright are the joy, of the table [sic] |
16-17 |
8 |
| Woman is like to--but stay--, A |
18-19 |
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| Man is like to--but stay--, A |
19-21 |
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| Dear Kathleen, you, no doubt |
21-22 |
3 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A |
22-24 |
6 |
| Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour |
24-26 |
7 |
| Of damask cheeks, and snowy neck |
26 |
4 |
| 'Twas in the flow'ry month of May |
27-28 |
4 |
| Sails unfurl'd, the ship unmoor'd, The |
28 |
4 |
| Hail, godlike Washington! |
29-32 |
13 |
| Amo amas |
33 |
3 |
| Oh! Cupid forever |
34-35 |
5 |
| 'Twas at the break of day we spy'd |
35-36 |
4 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
36-37 |
3 |
| Welcome, welcome, brother debtor |
37-38 |
4 |
| But are you sure the news is true? |
38-41 |
7 |
| While some for pleasure pawn their health |
41 |
2 |
| Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A |
42 |
6 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
43 |
4 |
| Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger |
43-44 |
5 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
45-46 |
10 |
| From night till morn I take my glass |
46 |
2 |
| What a charming thing's a battle! |
47 |
3 |
| Lord! what care I for mam or dad |
48 |
5 |
| In Martindale a village gay |
48-49 |
3 |
| Chear up gluttons fill your bodies |
49-51 |
9 |
| Gayly lads! our friends we're leaving |
51-52 |
10 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! |
52-53 |
5 |
| When first we hear the boatswain's bray |
53-55 |
4 |
| Come. sailors, be filling the can |
55-56 |
3 |
| Beautious sterling late I saw, A [sic] |
56-57 |
8 |
| Some women take delight in dress |
57-58 |
3 |
| How imperfect is expression |
58-59 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page |
59-62 |
8 |
| Strephon with his Flora lying |
63-64 |
7 |
| Bold Jack, the sailor here I come |
64-65 |
5 |
| I sail'd in the good ship the Kitty |
66 |
4 |
| Here's to the lass of bashful fifteen |
66-67 |
4 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
67-68 |
3 |
| When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now write |
68-69 |
3 |
| When our tutelar saint, in his wigwam reclin'd |
69-70 |
4 |
| My goddess Lydia, heavenly fair |
70-71 |
5 |
| Let others Damon's praise rehearse |
71-72 |
4 |
| When I was a chit, just got into my teens |
72-73 |
3 |
| To ease his heart, and own his flame |
73-74 |
5 |
| I am a brisk young lively lass |
74-75 |
5 |
| Old woman clothed in grey, An |
76-78 |
9 |
| I gently touch'd her hand, she gave |
78-79 |
3 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring |
79-80 |
5 |
| Good madam, when ladies are willing |
80-81 |
4 |
| As cross the field the other morn |
81-82 |
3 |
| When whistling winds are heard to blow |
82-83 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
83-85 |
5 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
85-86 |
3 |
| On that fair bank where Lubin died |
86 |
4 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A |
87 |
3 |
| Come listen awhile, and I'll sing you a ditty |
88-90 |
6 |
| One midsummer morning, when nature look'd gay |
90-91 |
6 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale |
92 |
3 |
| By the side of a stream at the foot of a hill |
92-93 |
6 |
| What pleasures can compare |
93-95 |
5 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
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