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| Oh, think on my fate! once I Freedom enjoy'd |
3 |
3 |
| Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so slightly |
4 |
3 |
| 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars |
5-6 |
5 |
| Escap'd with life, in tatters |
6-7 |
6 |
| 'Tis said we vent'rous die hard, when we leave the shore |
7-8 |
3 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion |
9 |
4 |
| While high the foaming surges rise |
10 |
3 |
| Would you hear a sad story of woe |
10-11 |
4 |
| Fresh blows the gale, soon under weigh |
11-12 |
2 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
12-13 |
4 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
13-14 |
3 |
| When 'tis night and the mid-watch is come |
17 |
2 |
| To the brook and the willow, that heard him complain |
17 |
2 |
| What Cato advises, most certainly wise, is |
18 |
2 |
| Begone dull care, I prithee be gone from me |
18-19 |
3 |
| Why droops my Nan, and why those tears |
19 |
2 |
| Why fair maid, in ev'ry feature |
19-20 |
4 |
| Wide o'er the tremulous sea |
20-21 |
3 |
| Exchanging vows of love and truth |
21-22 |
3 |
| It was far retir'd from noise and smoke |
22 |
8 |
| You ask me sweet maid if my vows are sincere |
23 |
3 |
| When Sandy told his tale of love |
24 |
3 |
| Behold the man that is unlucky |
25 |
3 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word |
25-26 |
10 |
| From place to place I travers'd along |
26-27 |
3 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance |
27-28 |
5 |
| Anacreon, they say was a jolly old blade |
28-29 |
6 |
| Vatch te matter, goot folks |
29-30 |
6 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
30-31 |
5 |
| See, the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun |
31-32 |
4 |
| When I drain the rosy bowl |
32-33 |
3 |
| By the gaily-circling glass |
33 |
2 |
| You ask how it comes that I sing about Nancy |
34 |
4 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
35-36 |
10 |
| Fill your glasses, banish grief |
36-37 |
3 |
| Attend all, I pray to the words I've to say |
37-38 |
10 |
| Hail burgundy, thou juice divine |
38-39 |
5 |
| On Etricks bank, in a summer's night [sic] |
40 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee |
40-41 |
4 |
| Ye lads of true spirit pay courtship to claret |
41-42 |
5 |
| De'il take the war, that hurry'd Willy from me |
42-43 |
2 |
| To ease his heart, and own his flame |
43-44 |
6 |
| When Orpheus went down to the regions below |
44-45 |
3 |
| When wars alarms entic'd my Willy from me |
45 |
2 |
| I am a lad well known in love |
46 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town |
46-47 |
3 |
| Though foster'd in the humble cot |
47 |
4 |
| At Symond's-Inn I sip my tea |
48 |
1 |
| When first Miss Kitty came to town |
49 |
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| Ah, Chloe! thou treasure, thou joy of my breast |
50-51 |
3 |
| Let's be joyful, fill our glasses |
51-52 |
5 |
| How blyth ilk morn was I to see |
52-53 |
8 |
| Tell me, tell me, charming creature |
53-54 |
3 |
| In vain, fond youth, thy tears give over |
54 |
3 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain |
54-55 |
5 |
| Last time I came o'er the moor, The |
55-56 |
5 |
| Goddess of War threw her spear on the ground, The |
56-57 |
3 |
| Come fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys |
57-58 |
5 |
| As from a rock, past all relief |
58-59 |
4 |
| As Sylvia in a forest lay |
59-60 |
4 |
| Happy's the love which meets return |
60 |
3 |
| My Patie is a lover gay |
61 |
3 |
| Blest as the immortal gods is he |
61-62 |
3 |
| Sweet are the charms of her I love |
62-63 |
7 |
| Bless'd as th' immortal gods is he |
63-64 |
2 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here |
64-65 |
5 |
| To distant shores the breezy wind |
65-66 |
5 |
| Night scarce her mantle had withdrew |
66 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove |
67 |
3 |
| While happy in my fair-one's arms |
67-68 |
2 |
| Returning home, across the plain |
68-69 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is misspent |
69 |
4 |
| My goddess Lydia, heavenly fair |
68-70 |
5 |
| How poor is the man, tho' he wealth should possess |
70 |
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