| Name | First Line | Short Title | Page |
| Addison, Mrs. (pf) | In vain the broom blooms fresh and gay | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 127 |
| Aiken, Miss (a) | Aspasia rolls her sparkling eyes | Columbian, 1797 | 73 |
| Alfred Lodge (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin, 1797 | 64-65 |
| Alfred Lodge Member (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-2, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Alfred Lodge Member (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-1, 1796 | 49-50 |
| American, An (a) | When discord had rais'd her black standard on high | Federal, 1800 | 54-56 |
| Anacreontic Society (pf) | Sons of Columbia, now lament | Federal, 1800 | 87-89 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | From henceforth ever sing | Candid, 1772 | 230-231 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | From henceforth ever sing | Freemason's, 1779 | 5 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | We sing of Mason's antient fame! [sic] | Freemason's, 1779 | 3-5 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | We sing of Masons antient fame! [sic] | Candid, 1772 | 228-230 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | We sing of Masons antient fame! [sic] | Masons, 1779 | 3-5 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | When e'er we are alone | Jachin, 1794 | 54-57 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | Whene'er we are alone | Jachin-2, 1796 | 51-54 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | Whene'er we are alone | Jachin-1, 1796 | 51-54 |
| Anderson, Dr. (a) | Whene'er we are alone | Jachin, 1798 | 54-57 |
| Andre, Major (a) | Ah! Delia see the fatal hours | Nightingale, 1800 | 16-18 |
| Andre, Major (a) | Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour | Fables, 1800 | 35-36 |
| Andre, Major (a) | Return ye raptur'd hours | Humming Bird, 1798 | 120 |
| Andre, Major (a) | Return ye raptur'd hours | Patriotic, 1800 | 136 |
| Andre, Major (a) | Return, enraptur'd hours | American Songster, 1788 | 77 |
| Andre, Major, during his Confinement (a) | Return, enraptur'd hours | Nightingale, 1800 | 68-69 |
| Andre, Major, while in confinement (a) | Return, enraptur'd hours | Choice Collection, 1795 | 15 |
| Andrews, Mr. At Sadlers-Wells (pf) | Bound out on a cruise, no tar wou'd refuse | Mock Bird, 1764 | 51-52 |
| Angel, Brother (a) | What joys do the Craft on each mason bestow | Free Mansonry, 1797 | 207-208 |
| Arne, Dr. (a) | Come, Britannia shake thy lance | Songs Naval, 1779 | 57-58 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Ah! whence this impotence of mind | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.62-I.63 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Amanda's fair, by all confess'd | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.36 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | As Chloe came into the room t' other day | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.159 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | As Chloe came into the room t' other day | Mock Bird, 1764 | 129-130 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | At night by moon light on the plain | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.26-I.27 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Auspicious spirits, guard my love | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.187-I.188 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Avast, my boys, avast, all hands on shore | Mock Bird, 1764 | 195-196 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Behold the sweet flowers around | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.150-I.151 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Come all you young lovers who wan with despair | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.131-I.132 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Come give your attention to what I unfold | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.60-I.61 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Come, Rosalind, oh come and see | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.149-I.150 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Dear Sylvia no longer my passion despise | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.116-I.118 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Fair Kitty beautiful and young | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.14-I.15 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Fanny fairer than a flower | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.49 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | From plowing the ocean and thrashing Mounseer | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.183-I.184 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | How blest has my time been! What days have I known | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.108-I.109 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | How blithe was I each morn to see | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.101-I.102 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | How few like you, would dare advise | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.25 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | I search'd the fields of ev'ry kind | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.55-I.56 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | I search'd the fields, of ev'ry kind | Mock Bird, 1760 | 262 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | I seek my shepherd gone astray | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.16-I.17 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | I sing of a damsel, just turn'd of sizteen | Mock Bird, 1760 | 182-183 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | If those who live in shepherd's bower | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.4 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | In Chloris all soft charms agree | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.48-I.49 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Let fops pretend in flames to melt | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.190 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Let others Damon's praise rehearse | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.66 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Long at thy altar, god of love | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.56 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Long time my heart had rov'd | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.54-I.55 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | No more the festive train I'll join | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.30-I.31 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Of wars let other rhymers talk | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.51-I.52 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | One morning young Roger accosted me thus | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.39-I.40 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Pho! pox o' this nonsense, I prithee give o'er [sic] | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.35 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Resolv'd, as her poet, of Celia to sing | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.6-I.7 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Says Damon to Phillis, suppose my fond eyes | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.84 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Shepherd's plain life, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.4-I.5 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Streams that glides in murmurs by, The [sic] | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.145-I.147 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Tell not me the joys that wait | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.135-I.136 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Tuneful lark, who from her nest, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.181 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Vouchsafe, O power, thy healing aid | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.132-I.133 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | When gentle Harriot first I saw | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.38-I.39 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | When lovely Chloe's gentle touch | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.57 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Why will Delia thus retire | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.42-I.43 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Why will you my passion reprove | Mock Bird, 1760 | 270-271 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.1-I.2 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Ye true honest Britons, who love your own land | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.79 |
| Arne, Dr., set by (a) | Ye true honest Britons, who love your own land | Mock Bird, 1760 | 256 |
| Arne, Dr., words and music (a) | Come, my Laura, heav'nly maid | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.45-I.46 |
| Arne, Mr. (a) | Soft pleasing pains, unknown before | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.56-II.57 |
| Arne, Mr. (a) | To take in good part the squeeze of the hand | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.55-II.56 |
| Arne, Mr. (a) | Why will you my passion reprove | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.54-II.55 |
| Arne, Mr. (pf) | How pleasing, dear wedlock, appear thy domains! | Mock Bird, 1764 | 22-24 |
| Arne, Mr., set by (a) | Heroes preparing to finish the war, The | Mock Bird, 1760 | 5 |
| Arne, Mr., set by (a) | I seek not at once in a female to find | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.96-II.97 |
| Arne, Mr., set by (a) | I seek not at once in a female to find | Mock Bird, 1760 | 207 |
| Arne, Mr., set by (a) | My banks are all furnish'd with bees | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.115-II.117 |
| Arne, Mr., set by (a) | My banks are all furnish'd with bees | Mock Bird, 1760 | 271-273 |
| Arne, Mr., set by (a) | Soft pleasing pains, unknown before | Mock Bird, 1764 | 147-148 |
| Arne, Mr., set by (a) | Ye true honest Britons, who love your own land | Mock Bird, 1764 | 151-152 |
| Arne, Mr., set to music (a) | Come listen and laugh at the times | Mock Bird, 1764 | 140-141 |
| Arne, Mrs. (pf) | Hark, hark, o'er the plains how the merry bells ring | Mock Bird, 1760 | 190-191 |
| Arne, Mrs. (pf) | Nature fram'd thee, sure, for loving | Mock Bird, 1760 | 43 |
| Atkins, Mr. (pf) | Britannia no longer, o'er injuries dreams | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.8-II-9 |
| Atkins, Mr. (pf) | Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.187-II.188 |
| Atkins, Mr. (pf) | When April day began to rise | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.31 |
| Atkins, Mr. (pf) | Young Daphne made Damon a dupe to her pride | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.29-II.30 |
| Atkins, Mr. (pf) | Young Fanny once all pensive sat | Mock Bird, 1764 | 89-90 |
| Auguste, Citoyen (a) | Anglais s'imaginait, a tort, L' | Chansonnier, 1795 | 113-114 |
| Auguste, Citoyen (a) | Enfans, ecoutez unrecit | Chansonnier, 1795 | 103-104 |
| Author of "Pleasure of Hope" (a) | They lighted a taper at the dead of night | Youthful, 1800 | 83-85 |
| B-------y, Dr. (a) | Brimful of anger---not of love | Patriotic, 1800 | 173 |
| B., B. Ode by (a) | Friendship to every willing mind | Select Songster, 1786 | 46-47 |
| Bacon, Brother (a) | E'er time's great machine was in motion | Freemason's Monitor, 1797 | 282-284 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | Attend ye nymphs, while I impart | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.40-I.41 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | From the East breaks the morn | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.36-I.38 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | Hark! the birds begin their lay | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.43-I.44 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | Hark! the birds begin their lay | Mock Bird, 1764 | 170-171 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | If love's a sweet passion how can it torment? | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.114 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | Palaemon lov'd Pastora | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.34 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.98-II.99 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen | Mock Bird, 1764 | 193-194 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen | Mock Bird, 1760 | 221 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | Young Collin fishing near the mill | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.28-I.29 |
| Baildon, Mr., set by (a) | Young Collin fishing near the stream | Mock Bird, 1764 | 174-175 |
| Bancks, Brother (a) | Genius of Masonry descend | Candid, 1772 | 241-243 |
| Bancks, Brother (a) | Genius of Masonry, descend | Jachin, 1794 | 47 |
| Banister, Mr. (a) | On freedom's happy land | Humming Bird, 1798 | 50 |
| Bannister, Mr. (pf) | Three years a sailor's life I led | Dibdin, 1797 | 20 |
| Barbauld, Mrs. (a) | As near a weeping spring reclin'd | Apollo, 1789 | 9 |
| Barbauld, Mrs. (a) | Come here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be | Apollo, 1789 | 7 |
| Barbauld, Mrs. (a) | If ever thou didst joy to bind | Apollo, 1789 | 8 |
| Barbauld, Mrs. (a) | When first upon your tender cheek | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 65-66 |
| Barbauld, Mrs. (a) | When first upon your tender cheek | Medley, 1795 | 65-66 |
| Barbauld, Mrs. (a) | When first upon your tender cheek | Apollo, 1789 | 64 |
| Barbauld, Mrs. (a) | When gentle Celia first I knew | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 92-93 |
| Barbauld, Mrs. (a) | When gentle Celia first I knew | Medley, 1795 | 92-93 |
| Bates, Issachar (a) | Come, Lake Schroon, break forth and sing | New Songs, 1800 | 8-10 |
| Bates, Issachar (a) | Come, all you neighboring people wait | New Songs, 1800 | 12-14 |
| Bates, Issachar (a) | Come, we that are New-Lights indeed | New Songs, 1800 | 14-15 |
| Bates, Issachar (a) | Come, you redeemed of the Lord | New Songs, 1800 | 3-6 |
| Bates, Issachar (a) | Fields are ripe, the harvesters here | New Songs, 1800 | 10-11 |
| Bates, Issachar (a) | O Lord, I am lonesome, I mourn like a dove | New Songs, 1800 | 11-12 |
| Bates, Issachar (a) | O come, my dear neighbors, we'll sit down and mourn | New Songs, 1800 | 15-16 |
| Bates, Issachar (a) | Thou great immortal socereign God | New Songs, 1800 | 6-8 |
| Bates, Mr. (pf) | Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed | Sky Lark, 1797 | 128-129 |
| Bates, Mr., composed by (a) | When snow descends, and robe the fields | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.30 |
| Battershill, Mr., set by (a) | Come here, fellow servants, and listen to me | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.186-II.187 |
| Battishill, Mr. at Vauxhall (pf) | Grant me ye pow'rs a calm repose | Mock Bird, 1764 | 86 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Breed came forth frae the barn, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.34-II.36 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Breed came forth frae the barn, The | Mock Bird, 1760 | 212-213 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Bring Phoebus from Parnassian bow'rs | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.20 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Come all you young lovers who wan with despair | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.131-I.132 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Eye that beams with lambent light, The [sic] | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.22 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Genius of Albion! wake your Queen | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.17 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | He that a cuckold is let it not grieve him | Mock Bird, 1764 | 126-127 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | He that a cuckold is, let it not grieve him | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.33-II.34 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Hence painful pleasure, pleasing pain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.23 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | How easy was Colin, how blithe and how gay! | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.57-I.58 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | How little do the landmen know | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.52 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | In a small pleasant village, by nature compleat | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.144-II.145 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | In story we're told, how our monarchs of old | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.193-II.194 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | In story we're told, how our monarchs of old | Mock Bird, 1760 | 187-188 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Leave, neighbours your work, and to sport and to play | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.67-I.68 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Let the philosophick wise | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.19 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Streams that glides in murmurs by, The [sic] | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.145-I.147 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Tell not me the joys that wait | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.135-I.136 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | That Jenny's my friend, my delight, and my pride | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.69-I.70 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | We've fought; we have conquer'd | Mock Bird, 1764 | 91 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | When Phoebus, the tops of the hills does adorn | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.99-I.100 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | While others strip the new fall'n snows | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.92-I.93 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Who has e'er been at Baldock must needs know the mill | Mock Bird, 1764 | 176 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Who has e'er been at Baldock, must needs know the mill | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.119-I.120 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.106-II.108 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The | Mock Bird, 1760 | 214-215 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Ye medley of mortals, that make up this throng | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.108-II.110 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Ye medley of mortals, that make up this throng | Mock Bird, 1760 | 226-227 |
| Beard, Mr. (pf) | Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.142 |
| Beard, Mr., at Ranelagh (pf) | As Colin rang'd early one morning in spring | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.5-I.6 |
| Beards, Mr. (pf) | Britannia, Queen of Ocean, rise | Mock Bird, 1764 | 215 |
| Beattie, Mr. (a) | At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still | Columbian, 1797 | 122-123 |
| Bellamy, Brother (pf) | To Heaven's high Architect all praise | Apollo, 1791 | 139 |
| Bellamy, Brother (pf) | To Heaven's high Architect all praise | Freemason's PC, 1794 | 71 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | Beneath this grove, this silent shade | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.21 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | Bring Phoebus from Parnassian bow'rs | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.20 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | Eye that beams with lambent light, The [sic] | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.22 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | Genius of Albion! wake your Queen | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.17 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | Hence painful pleasure, pleasing pain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.23 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | I us'd, I remember it well | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.80--I.81 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | Let the philosophick wise | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.19 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | My Kitty cries, was Damon wise | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.84-I.85 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | My mother cries, Betty be shy | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.18 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | Oh! Damon, believe not your Jenny untrue | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.24 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | One midsummer morning when nature look'd gay | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.27 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | With ev'ry sweet hope the fair can impart | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.81 |
| Berg, Mr., set by (a) | Young Damon, am'rous and sincere | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.76 |
| Bernard, Mr. (pf) | Blue Peter at the mast-head flew | Youthful, 1800 | 90-91 |
| Bertles, Miss (pf) | Come, ladies, and list to my song | Enchanting, 1788 | 47 |
| Bidwell (a) | Friendship to ev'ry willing mind | American MM, 1798 | 249-252 |
| Bidwell, Mr. of Connecticut, words by (a) | Friendship to ev'ry gen'rous mind | Philadelphia, 1789 | 12-13 |
| Biggerstaff, Miss (a) | Why will you plague me with your pain? | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 106-107 |
| Biggerstaff, Miss (a) | Why will you plague me with your pain? | Medley, 1795 | 106-107 |
| Birkhead, Mathew (a) | Come let us prepare | Masonic, 1797 | 53-55 |
| Birkhead, Matthew (a) | Come let us prepare | Constitutions, 1792 | 254-255 |
| Birkhead, Matthew, Brother (a) | Come let us prepare | Candid, 1772 | 233-235 |
| Birkhead, Matthew, Brother (a) | Come let us prepare | Masons, 1779 | 7-8 |
| Birkhead, Matthew, Brother (a) | Come let us prepare | Freemason's, 1779 | 7-8 |
| Birkhead, Matthew, Deceas'd (a) | Come let us prepare | Constitutions, 1734 | 92 |
| Bisset, James, Mr. Stewart of St. Alban's Lodge (a) | Corner stone, this day we have, The | Free Mansonry, 1797 | 237-238 |
| Boyce, Dr., set by (a) | As Thyrsis reclin'd by her side he lov'd best | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.13-II.14 |
| Boyce, Dr., set by (a) | Flame of love sincere I felt, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.11 |
| Boyce, Dr., set by (a) | Haste, haste, ev'ry nymph, and each swain to the grove | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.12-II.13 |
| Boyce, Dr., set by (a) | Let rakes for pleasures range the town | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.136-I.138 |
| Boyce, Dr., set by (a) | Tho' Chloe's out of fashion | Mock Bird, 1760 | 215-216 |
| Boyce, set by (a) | Come, chear up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.2-I.3 |
| Boyce, set by (a) | Tho' Chloe's out of fashion | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.110-II.111 |
| Bradford (a) | Shepherd, of fortune possest, The | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 28-30 |
| Bradford (a) | Shepherd, of fortune possest, The | Medley, 1795 | 28-30 |
| Brent, Miss (pf) | At night by moon light on the plain | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.26-I.27 |
| Brent, Miss (pf) | How few like you, would dare advise | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.25 |
| Brent, Miss (pf) | Oh what joy does conquest yield | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.85-I.86 |
| Brent, Miss (pf) | Vouchsafe, O power, thy healing aid | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.132-I.133 |
| Brent, Miss, at Vauxhall (pf) | Come, my Laura, heav'nly maid | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.45-I.46 |
| Broadway, Richard, Mr (a) | Behold he comes upon the wings of light | Masons, 1779 | 34-40 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | And while he swell'd the melting note | Candid, 1772 | 221 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | Behold he comes upon the wings of light | Candid, 1772 | 221 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | Behold, my brethren of the sky | Candid, 1772 | 224 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | Conven'd we're met---chief Oracle of Heav'n | Freemason's, 1779 | 34-40 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | Hark from on high the Mason word | Candid, 1772 | 222 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | Not like Babel's haughty building | Candid, 1772 | 223 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | Oh! charming Sheba, there behold | Candid, 1772 | 226-227 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | Tune to the lute and string the lyre | Candid, 1772 | 225 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | We know thee, by thy apron white | Candid, 1772 | 223 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | When allegiance bids obey | Candid, 1772 | 224-225 |
| Broadway, Richard, music (a) | When the Queen of the South shall return | Candid, 1772 | 226 |
| Brother in State of Vermont, A (a) | As Masons once on Shinar's plain | Masonic, 1797 | 129-130 |
| Brother, A (a) | Let Masonry be now my theme | Jachin, 1798 | 59-60 |
| Brother, A (a) | With harmony and flowing wine | Jachin, 1794 | 60 |
| Brother, A (a) | With harmony and flowing wine | Jachin, 1798 | 60 |
| Brother, A (a) | Ye gracious pow'rs of choral song | Spicer's PC-2, 1800 | 12-14 |
| Brother, A (a) | Ye gracious powers of choral song | Constitutions, 1798 | 283-284 |
| Brother, A (a) | Ye gracious powers of choral song | Constitutions, 1792 | 281-283 |
| Brother, A (pf) | Let Masonry be now my theme | Jachin, 1794 | 59 |
| Brother, A (pf) | Ye gracious pow'rs of choral song | Spicer's PC-2, 1800 | 12-14 |
| Brother, A (pf) | Ye gracious powers of choral song | Constitutions, 1792 | 281-283 |
| Brown, Miss (pf) | My Da---dy was gone to the Mar---ket two mile | Mock Bird, 1764 | 35-36 |
| Buard fils, le Citoyen (a) | Francais, puisqu' enfin la raison | Chansonnier, 1795 | 27-29 |
| Buckingham (a) | From all uneasy passions free | Apollo, 1789 | 19 |
| Burk, John (a) | 'Tis past---another Anniversive day | Republican, 1800 | 39-41 |
| Burke, J. D. (a) | Enough of war, enough of crime | Republican, 1800 | 93 |
| Burns, Borther (a) | Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu | Maryland Ahiman, 1797 | 237-238 |
| Burns, R. (a) | From thee, Eliza, I must go | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 42-43 |
| Burns, R. (a) | From thee, Eliza, I must go | Medley, 1795 | 42-43 |
| Burns, Robert (a) | Their groves of sweet myrtal, let foreign lands reckon | Nightingale, 1800 | 94-95 |
| Burns, Robert, a Scotch Ploughman (a) | It was upon a Lammas night | Columbian, 1797 | 50-51 |
| Burns, Robert. A Scotch Ploughman (a) | It was upon a Lammas night | Enchanting, 1788 | 87-88 |
| Burton, Brother (a) | I sing of Mason's glory | Free Mansonry, 1797 | 225-226 |
| Byron (a) | My time, O ye Muses! was happily spent | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 58-59 |
| Byron (a) | My time, O ye Muses! was happily spent | Medley, 1795 | 58-59 |
| Carey, G. S. (a) | On a rural village green | Enchanting, 1788 | 6-7 |
| Carey, Mr. (a) | Saw you the nymph whom I adore | Mock Bird, 1764 | 138-139 |
| Carey, Mr. (a) | Tho' cruel you seem to my pain | Mock Bird, 1764 | 137-138 |
| Carey, Mr., set to music by (a) | Waft me some soft and cooling breeze | Mock Bird, 1764 | 136-137 |
| Carey, W. P. (a) | Possest of ev'ry grace of form | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 147-148 |
| Carey, W. P. (a) | Possest of ev'ry grace of form | Medley, 1795 | 147-148 |
| Catley, Miss, of Marybone-Gardens (pf) | Whilst on thy dear bosom lying | Mock Bird, 1764 | 63 |
| Chambers, Mr. (pf) | Morn shook her locks the budding rose | Pownall's Address, 1793 | 22-23 |
| Chambers, Mrs (pf) | Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.128 |
| Chambers, Mrs (pf) | Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion | Mock Bird, 1760 | 208 |
| Chambers, Mrs. (pf) | Haste away, haste away, my only dear | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.32 |
| Champness, Mr. (pf) | If e'er in some fresh cheek you see | Mock Bird, 1760 | 5 |
| Champress, Mr. (pf) | Come, chear up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.2-I.3 |
| Charity Scholars (pf) | Thou great first cause, whose wisdom plan'd | Young Mason, 1791 | 44-45 |
| Chaudron, C. de St. Domingue (a) | C'est dans as champs que la victoire | Chansonnier, 1795 | 126-128 |
| Chaurtrot fils, de 14 ans. (a) | De la vertu, Republicains | Chansonnier, 1795 | 86-87 |
| Chennier, Citoyen; Grosse, Mus. (a) | Vous aimables fillettes | Chansonnier, 1795 | 35-37 |
| Chesterfield (a) | Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by | Apollo, 1789 | 50 |
| Cibber, Miss (pf) | Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.1-I.2 |
| Cibber, Mr. (pf) | Ye fair marrie'd dames who so often deplore | Mock Bird, 1764 | 98 |
| Citizen of Boston (a) | Again by the spirit of Freedom invited | Columbian, 1797 | 140-141 |
| Citizen of Virginia (a) | Hail godlike Washington! | Sky Lark, 1797 | 267-270 |
| Citizen of Virginia, A (a) | Hail, godlike Washington | American Songster, 1788 | 1-4 |
| Clark, Mr. (a) | Glad'ning sun returns from rest, The | Assistant, 1800 | 17-18 |
| Clifford, Mr. (pf) | Come, pretty Poll, from tears refrain | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 122 |
| Clive, Mrs, (pf) | When daisies py'd. and vi'lets blue | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.112 |
| Clive, Mrs. (pf) | Come here, fellow servants, and listen to me | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.186-II.187 |
| Colau, Pierre (a) | Favoris de la gloire | Chansonnier, 1795 | 74-76 |
| Collins (a) | Our immortal poet's page | Winter Evening, 1795 | 5-8 |
| Collins (a) | Our immortal poet's page | Theatrical, 1797 | 13-16 |
| Collins (a) | To fair Fidele's grassy tomb | Apollo, 1789 | 24 |
| Congreve (a) | Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her | Apollo, 1789 | 40 |
| Congreve (a) | Fair Amoret is gone astray | Apollo, 1789 | 40 |
| Congreve (a) | Love's but the frailty of the mind | Apollo, 1789 | 40 |
| Congreve (a) | Tell me no more I am deceiv'd | Apollo, 1789 | 49 |
| Cooper, G. (a) | Away, let nought to love displeasing | Apollo, 1789 | 34 |
| Cooper, Gilbert (pf) | Dear Chloe, what means this disdain | Mock Bird, 1764 | 108 |
| Corelli, set by (a) | Dear madam, old Homer, an honest blind bard | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.161-II.162 |
| Coupigny, le Citoyen (a) | Reveille-toi mon fils a mes accens | Chansonnier, 1795 | 20-21 |
| Cowley (a) | She loves and she confesses too | Apollo, 1789 | 60 |
| Cowper (a) | Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 149-150 |
| Cowper (a) | Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! | Medley, 1795 | 149-150 |
| Crawford, Miss (a) | How sweet is the blush of the morn | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 68-69 |
| Crawford, Miss (a) | How sweet is the blush of the morn | Medley, 1795 | 68-69 |
| Crome, Mr., set by (a) | Rouse, Britons, rouse and face the foe | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.188-II.189 |
| Crome, Mr., set by (a) | Rouse, Britons, rouse, and face the foe | Mock Bird, 1760 | 209 |
| Crouch, Mrs. (pf) | Say, little foolish flutt'ring thing | Enchanting, 1788 | 33 |
| Cunningham (a) | Come shepherds we'll follow the hearse | Apollo, 1789 | 104 |
| Cunningham (a) | In spring, my dear shepherds. your flow'rets are gay | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 161 |
| Cunningham (a) | In spring, my dear shepherds. your flow'rets are gay | Medley, 1795 | 161 |
| Cunningham (a) | O'er moorlands and mountains, &c. | Apollo, 1789 | 97 |
| Cunningham, j. (a) | I said,---On the banks by the stream | Mock Bird, 1764 | 27 |
| Cunningham, J. (a) | O'er moorlands and mountains rude, barren and bare | Mock Bird, 1764 | 47-48 |
| Cunningham, Mr. (a) | Gentle swan, with graceful pride, The | Enchanting, 1788 | 15-16 |
| D------, D---- of (a) | Long time I've enjoy'd the soft transports of love | Patriotic, 1800 | [186] |
| D-------, D---e of (a) | Lovely Lydia! lovely maid! | Patriotic, 1800 | 207-20 |
| D--------, D---------s of (a) | Here in the bower of beauty, newly shorn | Patriotic, 1800 | 191 |
| D. Cledon, Mr. [?] (pf) | Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The | Columbian, 1797 | 52-53 |
| D., H. Esq (a) | To Heaven's high Architect all praise | Apollo, 1791 | 139 |
| D., H., Esq (a) | To Heaven's high Architect all praise | Apollo-2, 1793 | 139* |
| D., H., Esq. (a) | To Heaven's high Architect all praise | Freemason's PC, 1794 | 71 |
| D., H., Esq. (a) | To Heaven's high Architect all praise | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 65 |
| Dantilly (a) | Gloire un jour donnait un bal, La | Chansonnier, 1795 | 98-101 |
| Darley, Mr. (pf) | Ben Bowling, a true hearted tar | Dibdin, 1797 | 21-22 |
| Darley, Mr. (pf) | We soldiers drink, we soldiers sing | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 124-125 |
| Dawes, Thomas, Jun. Esquire (a) | Now let rich music sound | American MM, 1798 | 133-134 |
| de la Fay, Charles (a) | Hail Masonry! thou Craft divine! | Candid, 1772 | 231-233 |
| De la Fay, Charles, Esq., Brother (a) | Hail Masonry, thou Craft divine! | Constitutions, 1798 | 278-279 |
| Dearle, Mr. (pf) | On pleasure's smooth wings, how old time steals away | Mock Bird, 1764 | 49-50 |
| Defesch, Mr. set by (a) | Spring renewing all things gay | Mock Bird, 1760 | 194-195 |
| Defesch, Mr., set by (a) | Hark Daphne, from the hawthorn bush | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.127-II.128 |
| Defesch, Mr., set by (a) | Morning fresh, the sun in East, The | Mock Bird, 1760 | 248 |
| Defesch, Mr., set by (a) | When Damon met Phillis first on the gay green | Mock Bird, 1760 | 263 |
| Delafaye, Charles (a) | Hail Majesty! thou Craft engag'd | Constitutions, 1734 | 91 |
| Denman. Mr. (pf) | Jack Oakham was a gallant tar | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 132-133 |
| Dermody, Thomas (a) | Thou fairest type, of excellence divine | Free Mansonry, 1797 | 203 |
| Dibden (a) | 'Twas a hundred years ago | American, 1799 | 174-176 |
| Dibden (a) | 'Twas a hundred years ago | American, 1800 | 174-176 |
| Dibden (a) | 'Twas post meridian, half past four | American, 1799 | 176-178 |
| Dibden (a) | 'Twas post meridian, half past four | American, 1800 | 176-178 |
| Dibden (a) | As Wit and Beauty, for an hour | American, 1799 | 142-144 |
| Dibden (a) | As Wit and Beauty, for an hour | American, 1800 | 142-144 |
| Dibden (a) | Auctioneer mounts, and---first hawing and hemming, The | American, 1799 | 156-160 |
| Dibden (a) | Auctioneer mounts, and---first hawing and hemming, The | American, 1800 | 156-160 |
| Dibden (a) | Away, pale fear and ghastly terror! | American, 1799 | 103-104 |
| Dibden (a) | Away, pale fear and ghastly terror! | American, 1800 | 103-104 |
| Dibden (a) | Beauty I sell, who'll buy? who'll buy? | American, 1799 | 119-120 |
| Dibden (a) | Beauty I sell, who'll buy? who'll buy? | American, 1800 | 119-120 |
| Dibden (a) | Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy | American, 1799 | 129-130 |
| Dibden (a) | Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy | American, 1800 | 129-130 |
| Dibden (a) | Blest Friendship hail! thy gifts possessing | American, 1799 | 117-118 |
| Dibden (a) | Blest Friendship hail! thy gifts possessing | American, 1800 | 117-118 |
| Dibden (a) | Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The | American, 1799 | 153-155 |
| Dibden (a) | Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The | American, 1800 | 153-155 |
| Dibden (a) | By roguery, 'tis true | American, 1799 | 88-90 |
| Dibden (a) | By roguery, 'tis true | American, 1800 | 88-90 |
| Dibden (a) | Come all hands ahoy to the anchor | American, 1799 | 140-142 |
| Dibden (a) | Come all hands ahoy to the anchor | American, 1800 | 140-142 |
| Dibden (a) | Come all ye gem'men volunteers | American, 1799 | 78-79 |
| Dibden (a) | Come all ye gem'men volunteers | American, 1800 | 78-79 |
| Dibden (a) | Come, every man now give his toast | American, 1799 | 79-80 |
| Dibden (a) | Come, every man now give his toast | American, 1800 | 79-80 |
| Dibden (a) | Cotchlen sat all alone | American, 1799 | 101-102 |
| Dibden (a) | Cotchlen sat all alone | American, 1800 | 101-102 |
| Dibden (a) | Cupid, cried Vulcan, 'tis no jest | American, 1799 | 149-150 |
| Dibden (a) | Cupid, cried Vulcan, 'tis no jest | American, 1800 | 149-150 |
| Dibden (a) | Curs'd be the sordid wretch of yore | American, 1799 | 106 |
| Dibden (a) | Curs'd be the sordid wretch of yore | American, 1800 | 106 |
| Dibden (a) | Dear John prithee tell me, cried Ruth | American, 1799 | 123-124 |
| Dibden (a) | Dear John prithee tell me, cried Ruth | American, 1800 | 123-124 |
| Dibden (a) | Far remov'd from noise and smaok | American, 1799 | 113-114 |
| Dibden (a) | Far remov'd from noise and smaok | American, 1800 | 113-114 |
| Dibden (a) | For I am the girl that was made for my Joe | American, 1799 | 135 |
| Dibden (a) | For I am the girl that was made for my Joe | American, 1800 | 135 |
| Dibden (a) | Freshly now the breeze is blowing | American, 1799 | 108 |
| Dibden (a) | Freshly now the breeze is blowing | American, 1800 | 108 |
| Dibden (a) | Gay Bacchus, and Mercury, and I | American, 1799 | 151-152 |
| Dibden (a) | Gay Bacchus, and Mercury, and I | American, 1800 | 151-152 |
| Dibden (a) | Go, proud lover, go! | American, 1799 | 149 |
| Dibden (a) | Go, proud lover, go! | American, 1800 | 149 |
| Dibden (a) | How happy she, who ne'er can know | American, 1799 | 167 |
| Dibden (a) | How happy she, who ne'er can know | American, 1800 | 167 |
| Dibden (a) | How kind and how good of his dear majesty | American, 1799 | 86-87 |
| Dibden (a) | How kind and how good of his dear majesty | American, 1800 | 86-87 |
| Dibden (a) | I am a chairman my name is McGee | American, 1799 | 136 |
| Dibden (a) | I am a chairman my name is McGee | American, 1800 | 136 |
| Dibden (a) | I be one of they sailors who thinks 'tis no lie | American, 1799 | 106-108 |
| Dibden (a) | I be one of they sailors who thinks 'tis no lie | American, 1800 | 106-108 |
| Dibden (a) | I lock'd up all my treasure | American, 1799 | 81-82 |
| Dibden (a) | I lock'd up all my treasure | American, 1800 | 81-82 |
| Dibden (a) | I never shall survive it, cried Lumkin in despair | American, 1799 | 172-174 |
| Dibden (a) | I never shall survive it, cried Lumkin in despair | American, 1800 | 172-174 |
| Dibden (a) | I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now | American, 1799 | 120-122 |
| Dibden (a) | I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now | American, 1800 | 120-122 |
| Dibden (a) | If ever a sailor was fond of good sport | American, 1799 | 155-156 |
| Dibden (a) | If ever a sailor was fond of good sport | American, 1800 | 155-156 |
| Dibden (a) | If, my hearty, you'd not like a lubber appear | American, 1799 | 105 |
| Dibden (a) | If, my hearty, you'd not like a lubber appear | American, 1800 | 105 |
| Dibden (a) | In one thou'd'st find variety | American, 1799 | 170-172 |
| Dibden (a) | In one thou'd'st find variety | American, 1800 | 170-172 |
| Dibden (a) | In the motley feather'd race | American, 1799 | 130-132 |
| Dibden (a) | In the motley feather'd race | American, 1800 | 130-132 |
| Dibden (a) | Indeed, miss, such sweethearts as I am | American, 1799 | 76-77 |
| Dibden (a) | Indeed, miss, such sweethearts as I am | American, 1800 | 76-77 |
| Dibden (a) | Inspired by so greatful a duty | American, 1799 | 167-168 |
| Dibden (a) | Inspired by so greatful a duty | American, 1800 | 167-168 |
| Dibden (a) | Is't my story you'd know? I was Patrick Mulrooney | American, 1799 | 90-91 |
| Dibden (a) | Is't my story you'd know? I was Patrick Mulrooney | American, 1800 | 90-91 |
| Dibden (a) | Jack dances and sings, and is always content | American, 1799 | 116-117 |
| Dibden (a) | Jack dances and sings, and is always content | American, 1800 | 116-117 |
| Dibden (a) | John Bull for pastime took a prance | Federal, 1800 | 64-66 |
| Dibden (a) | John Bull for pastime, took a prance | Spicer's PC-2, 1800 | 19-20 |
| Dibden (a) | Kernel from an apple's core, A | American, 1799 | 85 |
| Dibden (a) | Kernel from an apple's core, A | American, 1800 | 85 |
| Dibden (a) | Ladie's faces, now-a-days, The | American, 1799 | 92-93 |
| Dibden (a) | Ladie's faces, now-a-days, The | American, 1800 | 92-93 |
| Dibden (a) | Ladies and gentlemen I'm a beau | American, 1799 | 124-126 |
| Dibden (a) | Ladies and gentlemen I'm a beau | American, 1800 | 124-126 |
| Dibden (a) | Life's as like as can be to an Irish wake | American, 1799 | 178-180 |
| Dibden (a) | Life's as like as can be to an Irish wake | American, 1800 | 178-180 |
| Dibden (a) | Love's a cheat; we over-rate it | American, 1799 | 148-149 |
| Dibden (a) | Love's a cheat; we over-rate it | American, 1800 | 148-149 |
| Dibden (a) | Lovely woman, pride of nature | American, 1799 | 110-111 |
| Dibden (a) | Lovely woman, pride of nature | American, 1800 | 110-111 |
| Dibden (a) | Madam, you know my trade is war | American, 1799 | 80-81 |
| Dibden (a) | Madam, you know my trade is war | American, 1800 | 80-81 |
| Dibden (a) | My name's Ted Blarney, I'll be bound | American, 1799 | 87-88 |
| Dibden (a) | My name's Ted Blarney, I'll be bound | American, 1800 | 87-88 |
| Dibden (a) | Oh the camp's delightful rigs | American, 1800 | 144-147 |
| Dibden (a) | Oh! the camp's delightful rigs | American, 1799 | 144-147 |
| Dibden (a) | One negro, wi my banjer | American, 1799 | 112-113 |
| Dibden (a) | One negro, wi my banjer | American, 1800 | 112-113 |
| Dibden (a) | Passing bell was heard to toll, The | American, 1799 | 138-140 |
| Dibden (a) | Passing bell was heard to toll, The | American, 1800 | 138-140 |
| Dibden (a) | Plague of those musty old lubbers, A | American, 1799 | 94-96 |
| Dibden (a) | Plague of those musty old lubbers, A | American, 1800 | 94-96 |
| Dibden (a) | Pray ladies think not I presume | American, 1799 | 136-138 |
| Dibden (a) | Pray ladies think not I presume | American, 1800 | 136-138 |
| Dibden (a) | Say Fanny, wilt thou go with me? | American, 1799 | 99-100 |
| Dibden (a) | Say Fanny, wilt thou go with me? | American, 1800 | 99-100 |
| Dibden (a) | Say soldier which of glory's charms | American, 1799 | 169-170 |
| Dibden (a) | Say soldier which of glory's charms | American, 1800 | 169-170 |
| Dibden (a) | Sing the loves of John and Jean | American, 1799 | 73-75 |
| Dibden (a) | Sing the loves of John and Jean | American, 1800 | 73-75 |
| Dibden (a) | Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant so jolly | American, 1799 | 127-128 |
| Dibden (a) | Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant so jolly | American, 1800 | 127-128 |
| Dibden (a) | Sweet is the ship that under sail | American, 1799 | 168-169 |
| Dibden (a) | Sweet is the ship that under sail | American, 1800 | 168-169 |
| Dibden (a) | Sweetly, sweetly, let's enjoy | American, 1799 | 152 |
| Dibden (a) | Sweetly, sweetly, let's enjoy | American, 1800 | 152 |
| Dibden (a) | Tell me, neighbour, tell me plain | American, 1799 | 152-153 |
| Dibden (a) | Tell me, neighbour, tell me plain | American, 1800 | 152-153 |
| Dibden (a) | There was a miller's daughter | American, 1799 | 75-76 |
| Dibden (a) | There was a miller's daughter | American, 1800 | 75-76 |
| Dibden (a) | This life's a days journey, we rise in the morn | American, 1799 | 104 |
| Dibden (a) | This life's a days journey, we rise in the morn | American, 1800 | 104 |
| Dibden (a) | Time was, for oh there was a time | American, 1799 | 114-115 |
| Dibden (a) | Time was, for oh there was a time | American, 1800 | 114-115 |
| Dibden (a) | Tinker I am, A | American, 1799 | 97-98 |
| Dibden (a) | Tinker I am, A | American, 1800 | 97-98 |
| Dibden (a) | Tom Turnwell is my name, my boys | American, 1799 | 165-166 |
| Dibden (a) | Tom Turnwell is my name, my boys | American, 1800 | 165-166 |
| Dibden (a) | Turn, O turn, relentless fair | American, 1799 | 166 |
| Dibden (a) | Turn, O turn, relentless fair | American, 1800 | 166 |
| Dibden (a) | Village was jovial, the month was May, The | American, 1799 | 160-162 |
| Dibden (a) | Village was jovial, the month was May, The | American, 1800 | 160-162 |
| Dibden (a) | Watchman I am, and I knows all the round, A | American, 1799 | 162-164 |
| Dibden (a) | Watchman I am, and I knows all the round, A | American, 1800 | 162-164 |
| Dibden (a) | What argufies pride and ambition | American, 1799 | 96-97 |
| Dibden (a) | What argufies pride and ambition | American, 1800 | 96-97 |
| Dibden (a) | What naughty things we women are | American, 1799 | 93-94 |
| Dibden (a) | What naughty things we women are | American, 1800 | 93-94 |
| Dibden (a) | When I comes to town with a load of hay | American, 1799 | 132-134 |
| Dibden (a) | When I comes to town with a load of hay | American, 1800 | 132-134 |
| Dibden (a) | When Serjeant Belswagger, that masculine brute | American, 1799 | 82-83 |
| Dibden (a) | When Serjeant Belswagger, that masculine brute | American, 1800 | 82-83 |
| Dibden (a) | When faintly gleams the doubtful day | American, 1799 | 91-92 |
| Dibden (a) | When faintly gleams the doubtful day | American, 1800 | 91-92 |
| Dibden (a) | While Fancy, as she rules the mind | American, 1799 | 147-148 |
| Dibden (a) | While Fancy, as she rules the mind | American, 1800 | 147-148 |
| Dibden (a) | While in every nation, A | American, 1799 | 153 |
| Dibden (a) | While in every nation, A | American, 1800 | 153 |
| Dibden (a) | While up the shrouds the sailor goes | American, 1799 | 85-86 |
| Dibden (a) | While up the shrouds the sailor goes | American, 1800 | 85-86 |
| Dibden (a) | Why don't you know me by my scars? | American, 1799 | 111-112 |
| Dibden (a) | Why don't you know me by my scars? | American, 1800 | 111-112 |
| Dibden (a) | Wind was hush'd the storm was over, The | American, 1799 | 109-110 |
| Dibden (a) | Wind was hush'd the storm was over, The | American, 1800 | 109-110 |
| Dibden (a) | Women are will o' th' wisps 'tis plain | American, 1799 | 84 |
| Dibden (a) | Women are will o' th' wisps 'tis plain | American, 1800 | 84 |
| Dibden (a) | World's a strange world, child, it must be confest, The | American, 1799 | 77-78 |
| Dibden (a) | World's a strange world, child, it must be confest, The | American, 1800 | 77-78 |
| Dibden (a) | Wounds, here's such a coil! I am none of your poor | American, 1799 | 103 |
| Dibden (a) | Wounds, here's such a coil! I am none of your poor | American, 1800 | 103 |
| Dibden (a) | Younker, who his first essay, The | American, 1799 | 100-101 |
| Dibden (a) | Younker, who his first essay, The | American, 1800 | 100-101 |
| Dibden (pf) | John Bull for pastime took a prance | Federal, 1800 | 64-66 |
| Dibden (pf) | John Bull for pastime, took a prance | Spicer's PC-2, 1800 | 19-20 |
| Dibden, Mr. (pf) | Let topers drain the flowing bowl | American Ladies PB, 1800 | 131-132 |
| Dibdin (a) | Adieu, adieu, my only life | Syren, 1793 | 10-11 |
| Dibdin (a) | Avert yon omen, gracious heav'n! | Syren, 1793 | 27-28 |
| Dibdin (a) | Bards call themselves a heav'nly race | Syren, 1793 | 20-21 |
| Dibdin (a) | Blest friendship, hail! Thy gifts possessing | Syren, 1793 | 28-29 |
| Dibdin (a) | Bold Jack the Sailor here I come | Syren, 1793 | 38-39` |
| Dibdin (a) | Except the folks that's fast asleep | Syren, 1793 | 16-17 |
| Dibdin (a) | Good people, attend to my lay | Syren, 1793 | 31-32 |
| Dibdin (a) | Hark, the din of distant war | Syren, 1793 | 41-42 |
| Dibdin (a) | I was the pride of all the Thames | Syren, 1793 | 42-44 |
| Dibdin (a) | I'm dashing Dick, the dustman | Syren, 1793 | 24--26 |
| Dibdin (a) | I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter | Syren, 1793 | 40-41 |
| Dibdin (a) | If the beauty of truth unadorned is seen best | Syren, 1793 | 17-18 |
| Dibdin (a) | If, bold and brave, thou can'st not bear | Syren, 1793 | 13-14 |
| Dibdin (a) | Jack dances, and sing, and is always content | Syren, 1793 | 30 |
| Dibdin (a) | John Bull, for pastime took a prance | Dibdin, 1797 | 68-69 |
| Dibdin (a) | Let bucks and let bloods to praise London agree | Syren, 1793 | 11-13 |
| Dibdin (a) | Lovely woman, pride of nature | Syren, 1793 | 14-15 |
| Dibdin (a) | Patrick O'Row is my name | Syren, 1793 | 33--34 |
| Dibdin (a) | Since by cutting off tribes all our glories increase | Syren, 1793 | 19 |
| Dibdin (a) | So sweet I'll dress my Zootka fair | Syren, 1793 | 26-27 |
| Dibdin (a) | Tar's a jolly tar that can hand reef and steer, The | Syren, 1793 | 23 |
| Dibdin (a) | To ask wou'd you come for to go | Mermaid, 1798 | 25-27 |
| Dibdin (a) | To ask wou'd you come for to go | Syren, 1793 | 36-38 |
| Dibdin (a) | Two real tars, whom duty call'd | Syren, 1793 | 21-22 |
| Dibdin (a) | We bipeds, made up of frail clay | Syren, 1793 | 35-36 |
| Dibdin (a) | Wind was hush'd, the storm was o'er, The | Syren, 1793 | 15-16 |
| Dibdin (a) | Would you hear a sad story of woe | Syren, 1793 | 39-40 |
| Dibdin (a) | Young Shenkin was born in Glamorganshire | Syren, 1793 | 22-23 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | 'Twas one day at a fete giv'n at Jove's Sans-Souci | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 131-132 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | 'Twas post meridian half past four | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 135-136 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | All true honest Britons, I pray you draw near | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 136-137 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | As Wit and Beauty, for an hour | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 127-129 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | From the cold snowy mountains of Savoy | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 135-136 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter | Enchanting, 1788 | 28-29 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | Linnet's nest, with anxious care, A | Enchanting, 1788 | 16-17 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | Of horns and of echoes that through the woods ring | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 134-135 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | Pray, ladies, think not I presume | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 132-133 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | Rail on at joys that are not thine | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 133-134 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | Sailor's life's a life of woe, A | Enchanting, 1788 | 9-10 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | Sailor's life's a life of woe, A | Dibdin, 1797 | 18-20 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | Surge hoarsely murm'ring, young Fanny's grief mocking, The | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 137-138 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | This here's what I does: I, d' ye see, forms a notion | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 130 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | This, this, my lad, is a soldier's life | Enchanting, 1788 | 46 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | This, this, my lad, is a soldier's life | Dibdin, 1797 | 52-53 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | Tom Tacle was noble, was true to his word [sic] | Humming Bird, 1798 | 53-54 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (a) | When Heav'n-born Freedom hail'd this happy land | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 129-130 |
| Dibdin, Mr. (pf) | 'Twas post meridian half past four | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 135-136 |
| Dibdin, Mr. Written and composed by (a) | Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The | Columbian, 1797 | 52-53 |
| Dibdin, Nr. (a) | Tom Tacle was noble, was true to his word [sic] | Companion, 1799 | 257-259 |
| Dibdin, tune (a) | On board the good ship Molly | Festival, 1800 | 48 |
| Dickinson (a) | Come join hand in hand, brave Americans all | Nightingale, 1800 | 124-125 |
| Dignum, Mr. (pf) | I've search'd each cottage far and wide | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 130 |
| Dignum, Mr. (pf) | I've travell'd afar from my dear native home | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 131 |
| Dignum, Mr. (pf) | Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold | Tom Paine, 1796 | 70-71 |
| Dignum, Mr. (pf) | Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold | Tribute, 1795 | 63-64 |
| Dignum, Mr. (pf) | Would you know pretty Nan how we pass our time | Dibdin, 1797 | 31-32 |
| Dignum, Mr. (pf) | Ye wealthy and proud, while in splendour ye roll | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 134 |
| Dodsley (a) | Is there, or do the schoolmen dream? | Tribute, 1795 | 75-79 |
| Dodsley, Mr. (a) | When Fanny I saw, as she tripp'd o'er the green | Enchanting, 1788 | 38 |
| Dodsley, Mr., words by (a) | How happy a state does the miller possess | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.126 |
| Dorset (a) | Let the ambitious favour find | Apollo, 1789 | 19 |
| Dorset (a) | When here Lucinda first we came | Apollo, 1789 | 24 |
| Dorset, Earl of (a) | Corydon beneath a willow | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 46 |
| Dorset, Earl of (a) | Corydon beneath a willow | Medley, 1795 | 46 |
| Dryden (a) | On a bank, beside a willow | Apollo, 1789 | 22 |
| Du Bellamy, Brother (pf) | To Heaven's high Architect all praise | Apollo-2, 1793 | 139* |
| Du Bellamy, Brother (pf) | To Heaven's high Architect all praise | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 65 |
| Dubourg, Mr., set by (a) | Lark's shrill note awakes the morn, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.3 |
| Dudley, B. (a) | Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 48 |
| Dudley, B. (a) | Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The | Medley, 1795 | 48 |
| Dunkerley, Brother (a) | Almighty sire! our heav'nly king | Masonic, 1797 | 27-28 |
| Dunkerley, Brother (a) | Hail, universal Lord! | Masonic, 1797 | 28-29 |
| Dunkerly, Thos., Esq (a) | At the bright temple's awful dome | Maryland Ahiman, 1797 | 235-236 |
| Dusausoir, le citoyen, text (a) | Dieu tout poissant, pere de la nature | Chansonnier, 1795 | 16-17 |
| Dutchess of Devonshire, Her Grace (a) | Bring me flow'rs, and bring me wine | Enchanting, 1788 | 37 |
| Dwight (a) | Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise | Federal, 1800 | 29-31 |
| Dwight (a) | Look, lovely maid, on yonder flow'r | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 89-90 |
| Dwight (a) | Look, lovely maid, on yonder flow'r | Medley, 1795 | 89-90 |
| Dwight, Dr. (a) | Columbia, Columbia to glory arise | American MM, 1798 | 207-211 |
| Dwight, Dr. N. (a) | What sorrowful sounds do I hear | American MM, 1798 | 228-230 |
| Dwight, Rev. Dr. of Connecticut (a) | Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise | Nightingale, 1800 | 114-116 |
| Dyer, G. (a) | When beating tempests waste the plains | Tribute, 1795 | 79-81 |
| E., D. (a) | In these festive times of mirth frolic and fun | Republican, 1800 | 9-12 |
| Earl of Orford, R. Hon. (a) | Rise, Cynthia, rise; the ruddy morn | Enchanting, 1788 | 31 |
| Earle (a) | Stella and Flavia every hour | Apollo, 1789 | 62 |
| Eaton (a) | Tell me not I my time mispend | Apollo, 1789 | 31 |
| Edwin, Mr. (pf) | Knights errant of old | Columbian, 1797 | 69-70 |
| Edwin, Mr. (pf) | What's a valiant hero? | Enchanting, 1788 | 24-25 |
| Eminent hand, An (a) | As the Mole's silent stream crept pensive along | Mock Bird, 1760 | 100-101 |
| Etheridge (a) | It is not, Celia, in our power | Apollo, 1789 | 39 |
| Etheridge (a) | Ye happy swains whose hearts are free | Apollo, 1789 | 28 |
| Evans, N. (a) | Sprightly eye, the rosy cheek, The | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 139-140 |
| Evans, N. (a) | Sprightly eye, the rosy cheek, The | Medley, 1795 | 139-140 |
| F--------, C-------- (a) | Return'd from the op'ra, as lately I sat | Patriotic, 1800 | 201 |
| F., H., Hon. Esq. (a) | Gallants attend, and hear a friend | Enchanting, 1788 | 49-52 |
| Falkner, Miss (pf) | Spring renewing all things gay | Mock Bird, 1760 | 194-195 |
| Falkner, Miss, at Marybon-Garden (pf) | Oh! pity Colin! cruel fair | Mock Bird, 1764 | 90-91 |
| Fawcett, Mr. - Poems (a) | As with Louisa late I sat | Federal, 1800 | 97-98 |
| Fenner, Brother (a) | With grateful hearts your voices raise | Constitutions, 1792 | 226-227 |
| Fenner, Brother (a) | With grateful hearts your voices raise | Masonic, 1797 | 30-31 |
| Fermantell, Miss (pf) | Beneath this grove, this silent shade | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.21 |
| Fermantell, Miss (pf) | My mother cries, Betty be shy | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.18 |
| Fermantell, Miss (pf) | Oh! Damon, believe not your Jenny untrue | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.24 |
| Fermantell, Miss (pf) | One midsummer morning when nature look'd gay | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.27 |
| Ferru (a) | Jour heureux, jour de victorie | Chansonnier, 1795 | 80 |
| Fiddler, played at wedding (a) | Kind gentlemen will you be patient a while | English Archer, 1800 | 6-14 |
| Fisher, Dr. (a) | What solemn sounds on holy, &c. | Masonic, 1797 | 19-22 |
| Fisher, Dr. music (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin, 1797 | 64-65 |
| Fisher, Dr., Music (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-2, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Fisher, Dr., Music (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-1, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Fisher, Mr. (a) | It is like the dew of Hermon | Apollo, 1791 | 139 |
| Fisher, Mr. - music (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Freemason's PC, 1794 | 75-76 |
| Fisher, Mr. music (a) | Sons of antique Art, The | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 71 |
| Fisher, Mr. music (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 69-70 |
| Fisher, Mr. music (a) | Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 70-71 |
| Fisher, Mr. music by (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Apollo, 1791 | 142-143 |
| Fisher, Mr., music (a) | It is like the new of Herman | Apollo-2, 1793 | 139* |
| Fisher, Mr., music (a) | What solumn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Apollo-2, 1793 | 142-143* |
| Fisher, Mr., music by (a) | Behold, how good and joyful a thing it is | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 65-66 |
| Fisher, Mr.-music (a) | Behold how good and joyful a thing it is | Freemason's PC, 1794 | 72 |
| Fitzwhyleonn, Brother (a) | 'Twas a land mark of old, when bright Sol reach'd the beauty | New Ahiman, 1791 | 233 |
| Ford, Capt. Thomas, Late (a) | Disguis'd last night, I rush'd from home | Patriotic, 1800 | 187-188 |
| Formantel, Miss, at Ranelagh (pf) | One midsummer morning when nature look'd gay | Mock Bird, 1764 | 127-128 |
| Francis, Mr. (pf) | Her image ever rose to view | Youthful, 1800 | 90 |
| Franklin, Mrs. (pf) | 'Twas in Edinborough town I met wi a lad [sic] | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 123 |
| Franklin, Mrs. (pf) | O whither can my William stray | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 133-134 |
| Franklin, Mrs. (pf) | Though Pallas, clad in shining arms | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 140 |
| Franklin, Mrs. (pf) | Young Damon has woo'd me a monstrous long time | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 126 |
| Galli, Sigra (pf) | Shepherd's plain life, The | Mock Bird, 1764 | 123-124 |
| Gally, Signora (a) | When first I saw thee graceful move | Mock Bird, 1764 | 41 |
| Garrick (a) | Thou soft-flowing Avon, by thy silver stream | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 15-16 |
| Garrick (a) | Thou soft-flowing Avon, by thy silver stream | Medley, 1795 | 15-16 |
| Garrick (a) | Yet awhile, sweet sleep, deceive me | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 142 |
| Garrick (a) | Yet awhile, sweet sleep, deceive me | Medley, 1795 | 142 |
| Garrick, D.,Esq., translated from French by (a) | For me my fair a wreath has wove | Enchanting, 1788 | 34 |
| Garrick, Mr. (a) | Gallant sailor oft you told me | Songs Naval, 1779 | 54-55 |
| Garrick, Mr. (a) | Ye critics above, and ye crtitics below | Mock Bird, 1764 | 3-4 |
| Garrick, Mr., words by (a) | Once more I'll tune the vocal shell | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.128-I.130 |
| Garrick, Mr., written by (a) | How little do the landmen know | Songs Naval, 1779 | 38 |
| Gates, Brother (a) | Let Masonry be now my theme | Free Mansonry, 1797 | 212-213 |
| Gay (a) | 'Twas when the seas were roaring | Apollo, 1789 | 82 |
| Gay (a) | All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd | Apollo, 1789 | 83 |
| Gay (a) | Daphnis stood pensive in the shade | Apollo, 1789 | 65 |
| Gay, Mr., words by (a) | 'Twas when the seas were roaring | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.133-II.135 |
| Gay, Mr., words by (a) | 'Twas when the seas were roaring | Mock Bird, 1760 | 219-220 |
| Gay, Mr., words by (a) | All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.130-II.131 |
| Gay, Mr., words by (a) | All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd | Mock Bird, 1760 | 197-198 |
| Gay, Mr., words by (a) | Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.147 |
| George, D. (a) | Rise, my Delia, heav'nly charmer | American MM, 1798 | 247-249 |
| George, Daniel. (a) | 'Tis done! the edict past, by Heav'n decreed | American MM, 1798 | 142-146 |
| Gibson, Miss (a) | Where rural cots appear to sight | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 97-98 |
| Glover, Mr. (a) | As near Porto-Bello lying | Songs Naval, 1779 | 46-49 |
| Goldfinch Songster (a) | Arm, arm, the gen'rous Britons cry | Tribute, 1795 | 90 |
| Goldsmith (a) | O Memory! thou fond deceiver | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 24 |
| Goldsmith (a) | O Memory! thou fond deceiver | Medley, 1795 | 24 |
| Goldsmith (a) | Turn, gentle hermit of the dale | Apollo, 1789 | 74 |
| Goldsmith, Dr. (a) | When lovely woman stoops to folly | Apollo, 1789 | 25 |
| Goodwin, T. (a) | Adieu ye groves, ye meadows fair | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 88 |
| Goodwin, T. (a) | Adieu ye groves, ye meadows fair | Medley, 1795 | 88 |
| Grandeire, Citoyen (a) | Quel est ce charme imperieux | Chansonnier, 1795 | 84-86 |
| Green, Dr., set by (a) | Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.147 |
| Green, Mr., at Sadlers Wells (pf) | Our glory, renown'd on the ocean and shore | Mock Bird, 1764 | 95 |
| Greene, Dr., set by (a) | Sweet Annie fra the sea-beach came | Mock Bird, 1760 | 189-190 |
| Grosse, Mus. (a) | Vous aimables fillettes | Chansonnier, 1795 | 35-37 |
| H---, Hon. Mr. (a) | Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things | Patriotic, 1800 | 180-181 |
| H-----, Mr. (a) | Thomas came running to the mill | Patriotic, 1800 | 188-189 |
| H-----l, Mr. (a) | Patriotic, 1800 | 202-204 | |
| H., F., Hon. Esq. (a) | Gallants attend, and hear a friend | American Songster, 1788 | 6-9 |
| H., F., Honourable, Esquire (a) | Gallants attend, and hear a friend | Columbian, 1797 | 78-81 |
| Hale, Major General (a) | Each death doing dog, who dare venture his neck | Songs Naval, 1779 | 81-82 |
| Hamilton (a) | Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate | Apollo, 1789 | 2 |
| Hamilton (a) | Go plaintive sounds, and to the fair | Apollo, 1789 | 17 |
| Hamilton (a) | Ye shepherds and nymphs, &c. | Apollo, 1789 | 27 |
| Handel, Mr., music by (a) | 'Twas when the seas were roaring | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.133-II.135 |
| Handel, Mr., set by (a) | 'Twas when the seas were roaring | Mock Bird, 1760 | 219-220 |
| Handel, Mr., set by (a) | When Phoebus, the tops of the hills does adorn | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.99-I.100 |
| Harper, Mr. (pf) | 'Twas Saturday night the twinkling stars | Pownall's Address, 1793 | 19-21 |
| Harper, Mr. (pf) | Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling | Pownall's Address, 1793 | 17-18 |
| Harper, Mr. (pf) | Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling | Fables, 1800 | 46-47 |
| Harper, Mr. (pf) | I was d y'e see a waterman | Pownall's Address, 1793 | 25-27 |
| Harper, Mr. (pf) | Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl | Pownall's Address, 1793 | 23-24 |
| Harper, Mr. (pf) | Tis said we ventrous die-hards when we leave the shore | Pownall's Address, 1793 | 21-22 |
| Harris, T. M., Brother (a) | Great source of light and love | Constitutions, 1798 | 268-269 |
| Harwood, Mr. (pf) | When seated with Sall, all my mess-mates around | Nautical, 1798 | 43-44 |
| Hawkesworth, Dr. (a) | Thro' groves sequester'd, dark, and still | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 162 |
| Hawkesworth, Dr. (a) | Thro' groves sequester'd, dark, and still | Medley, 1795 | 162 |
| Hilton, Mr, words by (a) | How easy was Colin, how blithe and how gay! | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.57-I.58 |
| His Lordship (a) | Rights of Man I will maintain, The | Tribute, 1795 | 45-47 |
| Hodgekinson, Mr. (pf) | Here's a nice new bow wow | Mermaid, 1798 | 64-65 |
| Hodgkinson, Mr. (pf) | When Freedom, fair Freedom her banner display'd | Patriotic, 1800 | 27-29 |
| Hodgkinson, Mrs. (pf) | Lord! what care I for man or dad | Buck's PC, 1798 | 18-19 |
| Holeyoke, Music by (a) | My Sally is fair as the flow'rs | Nightingale, 1800 | 100-101 |
| Holyoke, Music set by (a) | When Alcidea, the son of Olympian Jove | American MM, 1798 | 274-277 |
| Hook, Mr. (pf) | Ye sons of Anacreon, assist me to sing | Patriotic, 1800 | 193-194 |
| Hopkinson, F., Esq. (a) | Enraptur'd I gaze when my Delia is by | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 142 |
| Hopkinson, F., Esq. (a) | Enraptur'd I gaze when my Delia is by | Medley, 1795 | 142 |
| Hopkinson, F., Esq. (a) | My love is gone to sea | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 148-149 |
| Hopkinson, F., Esq. (a) | My love is gone to sea | Medley, 1795 | 148-149 |
| Hopkinson, F., Esq. (a) | See down Maria's blushing cheek | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 126-127 |
| Hopkinson, F., Esq. (a) | See down Maria's blushing cheek | Medley, 1795 | 126-127 |
| Hopkinson, F., Esq. (a) | Traveller benighted and lost, The | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 157 |
| Hopkinson, F., Esq. (a) | Traveller benighted and lost, The | Medley, 1795 | 157 |
| Hopkinson, Frances, Esq. (a) | Make room all ye kingdoms, in hist'ry renowned | Republican, 1800 | 36-37 |
| Hopkinson, Francis, Esq., of Philadelphia (a) | In infancy our days were blest | American Songster, 1788 | 49 |
| Hopkinson, Francis, Hon. Esq. (a) | My love is gone to sea | Philadelphia Jest, 1790 | 92 |
| Hopkinson, Joseph, Esq. (a) | Hail, Columbia! happy land | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 127-129 |
| Howard, Dr., set by (a) | Blithest bird that sings in May, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.148-I.149 |
| Howard, Mr, set by (a) | He that a cuckold is let it not grieve him | Mock Bird, 1764 | 126-127 |
| Howard, Mr, set by (a) | He that a cuckold is, let it not grieve him | Mock Bird, 1760 | 206-207 |
| Howard, Mr. (a) | He that a cuckold is, let it not grieve him | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.33-II.34 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | All you that would refine your blood | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.139-II.141 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Assist me, all ye tuneful nine | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.84-II.85 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | At setting day, and rising morn | Mock Bird, 1760 | 200 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Cease, Cupid, cease thy fond alarms | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.91-II.92 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Chace is o'er, and on the plain, The | Mock Bird, 1760 | 260 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Ev'ry nymph and shepherd, bring | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.87-II.88 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Once more I'll tune the vocal shell | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.128-I.130 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Too plain dear youth, these tell-tale eyes | Mock Bird, 1760 | 188-189 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Well met, pretty Nymph, says a jolly young swain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.90-II.91 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Where the jessamine sweetens the bow'r | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.92-II.94 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | While blossoms deck each verdant spray | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.89-II.90 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Ye chearful virgins, have ye seen | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.85-II.86 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.86-II.87 |
| Howard, Mr., set by (a) | Young Roger of the mill, one morning very soon | Mock Bird, 1764 | 166-167 |
| Howard, set by (a) | Of good English beer our songs we'll raise | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.142-I.144 |
| Hudson, Mr (pf) | Behold how good and joyful a thing it is | Freemason's PC, 1794 | 72 |
| Hudson, Mr (pf) | It is like the dew of Hermon | Apollo, 1791 | 139 |
| Hudson, Mr. (pf) | It is like the new of Herman | Apollo-2, 1793 | 139* |
| Hudson, Mr., and others (pf) | Behold, how good and joyful a thing it is | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 65-66 |
| Humphreys, Col. (a) | It rains, it rains, my fair | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 16-17 |
| Humphreys, Col. (a) | It rains, it rains, my fair | Medley, 1795 | 16-17 |
| Humphreys, Col. (a) | Tho' loves soft transports, may | Republican, 1800 | 35-36 |
| Humphreys, David. Minister Plenipotentiary (a) | Gayly lads! our friends we're leaving | Federal, 1800 | 81-83 |
| Huqueer, Brother, Music by (a) | When orient Wisdom beam'd serene | Maryland Ahiman, 1797 | 233-234 |
| Incledon, Mr. (pf) | At the sound of the horn | Enchanting, 1788 | 26-27 |
| Indian Chief, An (a) | See the waves clasp the sun, as he sinks from our sight | Declaration, 1793 | 21 |
| Jackson, Captain (a) | As pensive on the Severn's side | Patriotic, 1800 | [182] |
| Jacobs, Mr. (pf) | In infancy our hopes and fears | Mock Bird, 1764 | 82 |
| Jenyns, S (a) | When first I sought fair Caelia's love | Apollo, 1789 | 45 |
| Jenyns, S. (a) | Too plain, dear youth, those tell-tale eyes | Apollo, 1789 | 10 |
| Johnson, Ben, words by (a) | Drink to me only with thine eyes | Philadelphia, 1789 | 14 |
| Johnson, S. (a) | Not the soft sighs of vernal gales | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 11 |
| Johnson, S. (a) | Not the soft sighs of vernal gales | Medley, 1795 | 11 |
| Jones, Mr. (pf) | You all must have heard of the learned pig | Theatrical, 1797 | 8-9 |
| Kellerman's Army, General, Marseilles (pf) | Ye sons of France, awake to glory | Tribute, 1795 | 61-62 |
| Kemble, Mrs. (pf) | In vain to me the hours of care | Columbian, 1797 | 63-64 |
| Kennedy, Mrs. (pf) | Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear | Enchanting, 1788 | 31 |
| Kennedy, Mrs. (pf) | When Yanko dear fight far away | Enchanting, 1788 | 30 |
| L., J. (a) | Give me a lad with a black cockade | Nightingale, 1800 | 119-122 |
| Ladd, Dr. (a) | Say, my dear maid, can nought express | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 52 |
| Ladd, Dr. (a) | Say, my dear maid, can nought express | Medley, 1795 | 52 |
| Lady, A (a) | Ah! who in all these happy plains | Mock Bird, 1764 | 9-10 |
| Lady, A (a) | Brave Edward the third, for his courage renown'd | Songs Naval, 1779 | 93-94 |
| Lady, A (a) | Hibernia lend an ear | Paddy, 1798 | 36-37 |
| Lambert, De Romans, Citoyen (a) | Jours, les mois et les Saisons, Les | Chansonnier, 1795 | 41-46 |
| Lampe, Mr., set by (a) | New-flown birds the shepherds sing, The | Mock Bird, 1760 | 248-249 |
| Lampe, Mrs. (pf) | Now the happy knot is ty'd | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.190-II.191 |
| Langdon, Mr., music by (a) | How easy was Colin, how blithe and how gay! | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.57-I.58 |
| Lansdown (a) | Prepar'd to rail, resolv'd to part | Apollo, 1789 | 21 |
| Lansdown (a) | Waft me some soft and cooling breeze | Apollo, 1789 | 15 |
| Lansdown (a) | Why cruel creature, why so bent | Apollo, 1789 | 31 |
| Lansdowne [sic] (a) | Chloe's the wonder of her sex | Apollo, 1789 | 50 |
| Lathrop, J., jun. Esq. (a) | Heav'ns fav'rite daughter, power devine | Humming Bird, 1798 | 214-215 |
| Lathrop, Mr., of Boston (a) | Fill! fill to Washington | Columbian, 1797 | 177-179 |
| Lee (a) | Hail to the myrtle shade | Apollo, 1789 | 14 |
| Leigh, Egerton (a) | Boast not, mortals, human skill | Ahiman,1783 | 142 |
| Leigh, Egerton (a) | Give the heroes all their due | Ahiman,1783 | 144 |
| Leigh, Egerton (a) | Let the day be ever prais'd | Ahiman,1783 | 143 |
| Leigh, Egerton (a) | Let the diamond's lustre blaze | Ahiman,1783 | 142-143 |
| Lerger et Barre, Citoyens (a) | Serait-it vrai que nos enfans | Chansonnier, 1795 | 115-116 |
| Limerick, No. 13, member (a) | Behold yon dome uprear'd on high | Free Mansonry, 1797 | 223 |
| Lisle (a) | When Orpheus went down, &c. | Apollo, 1789 | 50 |
| Littleton, Lord (a) | When Delia on the plain appears | Dibdin, 1797 | 70 |
| Lockman, Mr. (a) | French are a coming, as news-writers say, The | Songs Naval, 1779 | 71-72 |
| Lockman, Mr. (a) | French are a coming, as news-writers say, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.9-II.10 |
| Lockman, Mr., written by (a) | Behold where Britannia points joyful her lance | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.52-I.54 |
| London Paper, A (a) | No longer let kings and base princes decree | Columbian, 1797 | 158-159 |
| Lowe, Mr (pf) | Assist me ev'ry tuneful bard | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.104-I.105 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Come thou rosy dimpl'd boy | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.14-II.15 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Come, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.26 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Flame of love sincere I felt, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.11 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Fly hence, grim melancholy's train | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.59-I.60 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | From his close covert rous'd, the stag swiftly flies | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.16 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Hark the loud drum! | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.3-II.4 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Hark, hark, o'er the plains how the merry bells ring | Mock Bird, 1760 | 190-191 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Haste away, haste away, my only dear | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.32 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Haste, haste, ev'ry nymph, and each swain to the grove | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.12-II.13 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | I have rambl'd, I own it, whole years up and down | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.2-II.3 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | I seek not at once in a female to find | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.96-II.97 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | I told my nymph, I told her true | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.38 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | If I say, tho' 'tis Gospel, that Rachel is fair | Mock Bird, 1760 | 113 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Moon shone forth serenely bright, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.39-II.40 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | No longer let whimisical songsters compare | Mock Bird, 1764 | 8-9 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Now the happy knot is ty'd | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.190-II.191 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Oh! how could I venture to love one like thee | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.109-I.111 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | On the white cliffs of Albion, see fame where she stands | Mock Bird, 1764 | 24-25 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | See Royal Edward land | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.8 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Stint me not in love or wine | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.42-II.43 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Tell me, Amintor, gentle swain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.1-II.2 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Thou traitor, who with the fair sex hast made war | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.122 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen | Mock Bird, 1764 | 193-194 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.98-II.99 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen | Mock Bird, 1760 | 221 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill | Mock Bird, 1764 | 93 |
| Lowe, Mr. (pf) | Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.36-II.37 |
| Lowe, Mr., at Marybone-Gardens (pf) | Among all the arts, which to please we pursue | Mock Bird, 1764 | 116-117 |
| Lowe, Mr., at Vauxhall (pf) | Come, my Laura, heav'nly maid | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.45-I.46 |
| Lowe, Mr., at Vauxhall (pf) | If wine and music have the pow'r | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.41 |
| Lowe, Mr., at Vauxhall (pf) | Resolv'd, as her poet, of Celia to sing | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.6-I.7 |
| Lowe, Mr., at Vauxhall (pf) | See Royal Charlotte come! | Mock Bird, 1764 | 26 |
| Lowe, Mr., in character of Colonel Bully (pf) | Ye subjects of Bacchus who laught at dull thinking [sic] | Mock Bird, 1764 | 100 |
| Lyttelton (a) | When Delia on the plain appears | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 22-23 |
| Lyttelton (a) | When Delia on the plain appears | Medley, 1795 | 22-23 |
| Lyttleton (a) | Heavy hours are almost past, The | Apollo, 1789 | 4 |
| Lyttleton (a) | Say, Myra, why is gentle love | Apollo, 1789 | 39 |
| Lyttleton (a) | When Delia on the plains appears | Apollo, 1789 | 5 |
| M---------y, L-------d (a) | As Lydia on a bank reclining lay | Patriotic, 1800 | 201 |
| Macklin, Miss, to the guittar (pf) | There lived a man in Ballenecrazy | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.37 |
| Macklin, Miss, to the Guittar (pf) | There lived a man in Ballymecrazy | Mock Bird, 1760 | 213-214 |
| Mallet (a) | Far in the windings of a vale | Apollo, 1789 | 93 |
| Mallet (a) | What! put off with one denial | Apollo, 1789 | 43 |
| Man, A (a) | Woman is like to--but stay--, A | Echo, 1798 | 23-25 |
| Man, A (a) | Woman is like to--but stay--, A | Patriotic, 1800 | 54-55 |
| Man, A (a) | Woman is like to--but stay--, A | Echo, 1800 | 16-17 |
| Man, A (a) | Woman is like to--but stay--, A | Amorous, 1800 | 18-19 |
| Mann, E. Music by (a) | Little insect that on high | Nightingale, 1800 | 93-94 |
| Markoe (a) | Truth from thy radiant throne look down | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 55 |
| Markoe (a) | Truth from thy radiant throne look down | Medley, 1795 | 55 |
| Markoe, P. (a) | Why sleeps the thunder in the skies | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 42 |
| Markoe, P. (a) | Why sleeps the thunder in the skies | Medley, 1795 | 42 |
| Marseillois going to Battle (pf) | Ye sons of France, awake to glory | Tom Paine, 1796 | 68-70 |
| Martinique, Sainte Pierre (a) | Oh! que l' enfer vous confonde | Chansonnier, 1795 | 29-31 |
| Martyr, Mr. (pf) | Thus for men the women fair | Columbian, 1797 | 67 |
| Martyr, Mrs. (pf) | Bold chanticleer claims the dawn | Enchanting, 1788 | 28 |
| Martyr, Mrs. (pf) | My daddie O was very good | Enchanting, 1788 | 91-92 |
| Marvel (a) | Come little infant love me now | Apollo, 1789 | 58 |
| Member of Alfred Lodge, written, Fisher, Mr. music (a) | Sons of antique Art, The | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 71 |
| Member of Alfred Lodge, written, Fisher, Mr. music (a) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 69-70 |
| Member of Alfred Lodge, written, Fisher, Mr. music (a) | Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 70-71 |
| Middlesex, Lord, set and written by (a) | When here, Lucinda first we came | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.140 |
| Milne, Miss (pf) | Come hither, ye youths, and attend to my call | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 123-124 |
| Milton (a) | Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 13 |
| Milton (a) | Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen | Medley, 1795 | 13 |
| Montague, L. M. W. (a) | Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes | Apollo, 1789 | 44 |
| Montague, Lady W. (a) | While Strephon thus you tease me | Enchanting, 1788 | 38-39 |
| Moore, Mr., words by (a) | How blest has my time been! What days have I known | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.108-I.109 |
| Moore, Mr., words by (a) | Let rakes for pleasures range the town | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.136-I.138 |
| Morris, Captain. An Irish gentleman (a) | Sure, Master John Bull, I shan't know till I'm dead | Tribute, 1795 | 91-95 |
| Morris, Mrs. (pf) | Morn was fair the month was May, The | Pownall's Address, 1793 | 24-25 |
| Morris, Mrs. (pf) | Since love is the plan | American Songster, 1788 | 95 |
| Morris, Mrs. (pf) | Since love is the plan | Columbian, 1797 | 45 |
| Moulds, Mr. (a) | 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat | Enchanting, 1788 | 71 |
| Moulds, Mr. (a) | 'Twas near a thickset's calm retreat [sic] | Charmer, 1790 | 91-92 |
| Mountain, Mrs. (pf) | Kirkaldy is a bonny place | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 121-122 |
| Mountain, Mrs. (pf) | Kirkaldy is a bonny place | Medley, 1795 | 203-204 |
| Mountain, Mrs. (pf) | O Love! 'tis thy power I feel in my breast | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 125-126 |
| Mountain, Mrs. (pf) | That women are weather cocks grey beards advance | American Ladies PB, 1800 | 133-134 |
| Mountain, Mrs. (pf) | Thus for men the women fair | Columbian, 1797 | 67 |
| Mountain, Mrs. (pf) | Young Jemmy's ganging after me | American Ladies PB, 1799 | 131-132 |
| Mountain, Mrs. (pf) | Young Willy lov'd me in his heart | American Ladies PB, 1800 | 136 |
| Moze, Mr., Set by (a) | Old care begone thou churlish guest | Mock Bird, 1764 | 104-105 |
| Nicholls, Mr. (a) | Where two tall elms their verdant boughs entwined | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 1-4 |
| Noorthouck, Brother (a) | While trifles lead the world astray | Republican, 1800 | 85 |
| Noorthuck, Brother (a) | Let drunkards boast the power of wine | Masonic, 1797 | 73-74 |
| Norris (pf) | Sons of antique Art, The | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 71 |
| Norris (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Apollo, 1791 | 142-143 |
| Norris (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-2, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Norris (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-1, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Norris (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin, 1797 | 64-65 |
| Norris (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 69-70 |
| Norris (pf) | What solumn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Apollo-2, 1793 | 142-143* |
| Norris (pf) | Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 70-71 |
| Norris, Miss (pf) | Spring renewing, all things gay | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.130-I.131 |
| Norris, Miss (pf) | Thou traitor, who with the fair sex hast made war | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.122 |
| Oates, Brother (a) | 'Tis Masonry unites mankind | Jachin, 1794 | 58 |
| Oates, Brother (a) | 'Tis Masonry unites mankind | Jachin, 1798 | 58 |
| Oates, Brother (a) | By Mason's art the aspiring dome | Jachin, 1794 | 59 |
| Oates, Brother (a) | By Mason's art the aspiring dome | Jachin, 1798 | 59 |
| Oates, Brother (a) | Let Masonry be now my theme | Candid, 1772 | 236-238 |
| Oates, Brother (a) | Let Masonry be now my theme | Jachin, 1794 | 59 |
| Oklinixon, Mrs (a) | Yes, yes, be merciless, thou tempest dire | Youthful, 1800 | 85-86 |
| Old Berdeen Lodge-Member (a) | It is my duty to obey | Constitutions, 1798 | 269-271 |
| Otway (a) | Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled | Apollo, 1789 | 22 |
| Owenson, Mr. (pf) | Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land | Dibdin, 1797 | 14-16 |
| Paesiello, music; (a) | Dieu tout poissant, pere de la nature | Chansonnier, 1795 | 16-17 |
| Paine, T. (a) | Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought | American MM, 1798 | 211-218 |
| Paine, T., Author of the Rights of Man, &c. (a) | Hail! great Republic of the world | Columbian, 1797 | 229 |
| Paine, T., author of the Rights of Man, &c. (a) | Hail! great Republic of the world | Tom Paine, 1796 | 71-72 |
| Paine, Thomas, A. M. (a) | Blest on his own paternal farm | Social Companion, 1799 | 41-42 |
| Paine, Thomas, A. M. (a) | To arms, to arms, when honour cries | Social Companion, 1799 | 57-58 |
| Paine, Thomas, A. M. (a) | To arms, to arms, when honor cries | Federal, 1800 | 15-17 |
| Paine, Thomas, A. M. (a) | When first the sun o'er the ocean glow'd | Humming Bird, 1798 | 154-155 |
| Paine, Thomas, A. M. (a) | Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought | Columbian, 1799 | III:31-III:35 |
| Paine, Thomas, A. M. (a) | Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought | Echo, 1798 | 7-10 |
| Paine, Thomas, A. M. (a) | Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought | Humming Bird, 1798 | 150-154 |
| Paine, Thomas, Mr., of Boston (a) | When first the Sun o'er Ocean glow'd | American MM, 1798 | 103-105 |
| Palma, Signior, set by (a) | Sylvia, wilt thou waste thy prime | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.150 |
| Palma, Signor. Words from the Italian (a) | Sylvia, wilt thou waste thy prime | Mock Bird, 1760 | 211 |
| Park, John, Lieutenant Colonel (a) | Hail celestial Masonry! | Ahiman,1783 | 141 |
| Park, John, Lieutenant Colonel (a) | Hail! celestial Masonry | Ahiman,1783 | 139 |
| Park, John, Lieutenant Colonel (a) | Support the Craft with honest pride | Ahiman,1783 | 141 |
| Park, John, Lieutenant Colonel (a) | Then give to merit what is due | Ahiman,1783 | 140-141 |
| Parnel (a) | When your beauty appears | Apollo, 1789 | 29 |
| Parnell (a) | When thy beauty appears | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 157-158 |
| Parnell (a) | When thy beauty appears | Medley, 1795 | 157-158 |
| Parnell, Dr. (a) | My days have been so wond'rous free | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 152-153 |
| Parnell, Dr. (a) | My days have been so wond'rous free | Medley, 1795 | 152-153 |
| Parnell, Dr. (a) | Thyrsis, a young and am'rous swain | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 155-156 |
| Parnell, Dr. (a) | Thyrsis, a young and am'rous swain | Medley, 1795 | 155-156 |
| Pavrio (a) | Penons la trompette guerriere | Chansonnier, 1795 | 87-89 |
| Pepusch, Dr., set by [sic] (a) | See! from the silent grove, Alexis flies | Mock Bird, 1760 | 269-270 |
| Percy (a) | It was a friar of orders gray | Apollo, 1789 | 71 |
| Phelps, Master (pf) | Hither, Mary, hither come | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 139 |
| Phelps, Master (pf) | O Love! 'tis thy power I feel in my breast | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 125-126 |
| Philharmonic Society (pf) | Sons of Columbia, now lament | Federal, 1800 | 87-89 |
| Philipon, le Citoyen (a) | Regois noire hommage, o grand Etre! | Chansonnier, 1795 | 13-14 |
| Philips (a) | Blest as th' immortal Gods is he | Apollo, 1789 | 1 |
| Philips (a) | On Belvidera's bosom lying | Apollo, 1789 | 37 |
| Philips (a) | Why we love and why we hate | Apollo, 1789 | 44 |
| Phinney, Elihu (a) | Ye Brothers of fraternal mind | Masonic, 1797 | 47-51 |
| Pindar, Peter (a) | Just one word more, my lords, before we part | Philadelphia Jest, 1790 | 95-96 |
| Pindar, Peter. Esq. (a) | How dark is the hour, while my love is away | Federal, 1800 | 91-92 |
| Pindar, Peter. Esquire (a) | Gentleman possess'd a fav'rite spaniel, A | Philadelphia Jest, 1790 | 98-99 |
| Pinto, Mrs. (pf) | Soldier tir'd of war's alarms, The | Songs Naval, 1779 | 86 |
| Pope, >r. (a) | Say Phoebe why is gentle love | Columbian, 1797 | 93 |
| Pope, Mr. (a) | Happy the man whose wish and care | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.131-II.132 |
| Pope, Mr. (a) | Happy the man whose wish and care | Mock Bird, 1760 | 133-134 |
| Populus, November 7, 1792 (a) | Latent long, and and undetected | Tribute, 1795 | 95-96 |
| Porter, Samuel, Brother (a) | Ye free-born foes of Britain's isle | Maryland Ahiman, 1797 | 236-237 |
| Pownall, Mrs., word & music (a) | Where gently flows sweet winding Tay | Pownall's Address, 1793 | 14-15 |
| Prior (a) | Alexis shunn'd his fellow swains [sic] | Apollo, 1789 | 89 |
| Prior (a) | If wine and music have the pow'r | Apollo, 1789 | 5 |
| Prior (a) | In vain you tell your parting lover | Apollo, 1789 | 4 |
| Prior (a) | Yes, fairest proof of beauty's power | Apollo, 1789 | 3 |
| Prior, Mr., words (a) | Pride of ev'ry grove I chose, The | Mock Bird, 1760 | 185-186 |
| Prior, Mr., words by (a) | As Chloe came into the room t' other day | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.159 |
| Prior, Mr., words by (a) | As Chloe came into the room t' other day | Mock Bird, 1764 | 129-130 |
| Prior, Mr., words by (a) | Fair Kitty beautiful and young | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.14-I.15 |
| Pris, Citoyen (a) | C'est sur l' autel de la Patrie | Chansonnier, 1795 | 24-26 |
| Purcell (a) | Sing all ye Muses your lutes strike around | Songs Naval, 1779 | 77-78 |
| Purcell, Music by (a) | Come if you dare, our trumpet sound | Songs Naval, 1779 | 97 |
| Purser, in the Navy of the United States, A (a) | Hail Independence, more divine | Federal, 1800 | 61-62 |
| R----, Mrs. (a) | To make the man kind, and keep true to your bed | Patriotic, 1800 | 175-176 |
| R------, L------ W------ (a) | In infancy I knew a spot | Patriotic, 1800 | [184-185] |
| R., J. K., Brother (a) | Sons of Hiram, friends of science | New Ahiman, 1791 | 232-233 |
| R., J. T. (a) | Herald of Freedom to the fertile plains | Tribute, 1795 | 72-73 |
| Ralegh, Sir Walter (a) | If all the world and love were young | Mock Bird, 1760 | 266 |
| Rea, Mr. (pf) | When first the Sun o'er Ocean glow'd | Sky Lark, 1797 | 145-146 |
| Rea, Mr. (pf) | When first the Sun o'er Ocean glow'd | Columbian, 1799 | II:32-II:34 |
| Reinhold (pf) | Sons of antique Art, The | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 71 |
| Reinhold (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Apollo, 1791 | 142-143 |
| Reinhold (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-2, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Reinhold (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-1, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Reinhold (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin, 1797 | 64-65 |
| Reinhold (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 69-70 |
| Reinhold (pf) | What solumn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Apollo-2, 1793 | 142-143* |
| Reinhold (pf) | Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 70-71 |
| Richards, Mr. (a) | And did the laurel crown | Accepted, 1800 | 80 |
| Richards, Mr. (a) | At God's imperial, high decree | Accepted, 1800 | 83 |
| Richards, Mr. (a) | Columbia's fun'ral honors paid | Accepted, 1800 | 81 |
| Richards, Mr. (a) | Columbia, Virtue, Freedom, rise! | Accepted, 1800 | 82 |
| Richards, Mr. (a) | Immortal patr'ot, hero, sage! | Accepted, 1800 | 79 |
| Richards, Mr. (a) | Why heaves Columbia's throbbing heart | Accepted, 1800 | 78 |
| Richardson, John, Brother, of Sheffield (a) | O! What a happy thing it is | Maryland Ahiman, 1797 | 234-235 |
| Riour, Citoyen (a) | Roi blanc-bec nous chicanne, Un | Chansonnier, 1795 | 47-48 |
| Robson, Brother (pf) | While trifles lead the world astray | Republican, 1800 | 85 |
| Rochester (a) | All my past life is mine no more | Apollo, 1789 | 46 |
| Rochester (a) | My dear mistress has a heart | Apollo, 1789 | 18 |
| Romieu, Citoyen (a) | Republicique d' Athens, De la | Chansonnier, 1795 | 89-91 |
| Rousseau, T., Citoyen (a) | Trompette sone, La | Chansonnier, 1795 | 60-62 |
| Rowe (a) | As on a summer's day | Apollo, 1789 | 88 |
| Rowe (a) | Despairing beside a clear stream | Apollo, 1789 | 86 |
| Rowe (a) | To the brook and the willow, &c | Apollo, 1789 | 23 |
| Rowson, Mrs. (a) | Soldier is the noblest name, A | Whim, 1798 | 21-22 |
| Rowson, Mrs. (a) | When Freedom, fair Freedom her banner display'd | Patriotic, 1800 | 27-29 |
| Rowson, Mrs. (pf) | Soldier is the noblest name, A | Whim, 1798 | 21-22 |
| S--------, R. B., Esq. (a) | Brides, in all countries, have been reckon'd | Patriotic, 1800 | 177-178 |
| Same author [Anderson, Dr.] (a) | From henceforth ever sing | Masons, 1779 | 5 |
| Sedley (a) | Damon if you will be believe [sic] | Apollo, 1789 | 42 |
| Selden, Andrew (a) | Let's charge the smiling glass | Oration, 1799 | 28-30 |
| Seryes (a) | Vain queur de l' hydre tyrannique | Chansonnier, 1795 | 117-121 |
| Sewall, Esq. of Portsmouth (N.H.) (a) | Columbia exult! thy own Adams still lives | Federal, 1800 | 22-25 |
| Sewall, J. M., Esq. (a) | Hail, Independence's second birth | Social Companion, 1799 | 3-4 |
| Shakespeare (a) | Come, live with me, and be my love | Charms, 1788 | 51 |
| Shakespeare (a) | Come, live with me, and be my love | Vocal, 1796 | 147 |
| Shakespeare (a) | Under the green-wood tree | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 34 |
| Shakespeare (a) | Under the green-wood tree | Medley, 1795 | 34 |
| Shaveblock, Pasq. Shavar Exoraordinary (a) | Ye gents, give ear to me, I pray | Columbian, 1797 | 64-66 |
| Shaveblock, Pasquin, shaver extraordinary (a) | Ye gents, give ear to me I pray | Nautical, 1798 | 19-21 |
| Shenstone (a) | My banks they are furnish'd with bees | Apollo, 1789 | 99 |
| Shenstone (a) | Western sky was purpled o'er, The [sic] | Apollo, 1789 | 95 |
| Shenstone (a) | Why will you my passion reprove | Apollo, 1789 | 101 |
| Shenstone (a) | Ye shepherds give air to my lay [sic] | Apollo, 1789 | 102 |
| Shenstone (a) | Ye shepherds so chearful and gay [sic] | Apollo, 1789 | 98 |
| Shenstone (a) | Yes Fulvia is like Venus fair | Apollo, 1789 | 41 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | By the side of a grove, at the foot of a hill | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 20-21 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | By the side of a grove, at the foot of a hill | Medley, 1795 | 20-21 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | How pleas'd within my native bowers | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 5-6 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | How pleas'd within my native bowers | Medley, 1795 | 5-6 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | I told my nymph, I told her true | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 37 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | I told my nymph, I told her true | Medley, 1795 | 37 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | My banks they are furnish'd with bees | Syren-1, 1797 | II:23-II:24 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | Perhaps it is not love, said I | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 26-27 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | Perhaps it is not love, said I | Medley, 1795 | 26-27 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | Why will you my passion reprove | Syren-1, 1797 | II:25-II:26 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | Ye shepherds give ear to my lay | Syren-1, 1797 | II:26-II:27 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay | Syren-2, 1797 | II:22-II:23 |
| Shenstone, W. (a) | Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay | Syren-1, 1797 | II:22-II:23 |
| Simpson, Mr. (pf) | I was call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town | Theatrical, 1797 | 11-12 |
| Simpson, Mr. (pf) | Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed | Theatrical, 1797 | 10-11 |
| Slender, Robert (a) | Republican, 1800 | 30-31 | |
| Smart, Mr. (a) | Where shall Celia fly for shelter | Mock Bird, 1764 | 32-33 |
| Smith, Charlotte (a) | Far on the sands the low retiring tide | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 60 |
| Smith, Charlotte (a) | Far on the sands the low retiring tide | Medley, 1795 | 60 |
| Smith, General (a) | Annals of fame, do loudly proclaim, The | William Reily's, 1798 | 9-12 |
| Smith, Miss, of Marybone-Gardens (pf) | Last Holiday Eve how gaily were seen | Mock Bird, 1764 | 64 |
| Smith, Mr. (a) | Music, how pow'rful is thy charm | American Songster, 1788 | 4-5 |
| Smith, Mrs. (pf) | As t'other day milking I sat in the vale | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.28-II.29 |
| Smith, W. M. (a) | Shepherds, shepherds, hither come! | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 57 |
| Smith, W. M. (a) | Shepherds, shepherds, hither come! | Medley, 1795 | 57 |
| Smollet (a) | Thy fatal shafts unerring move | Apollo, 1789 | 2 |
| Smollet, Dr., written by (a) | See, see, the conqu'ring hero comes | Songs Naval, 1779 | 18 |
| Soldier, A (a) | Behold with what ardor to action they press | Songs Naval, 1779 | 95-96 |
| Soldier, A (a) | Mark yon wretch submissive bending | Songs Naval, 1779 | 96 |
| Soldier, A (a) | Soldier whilst the flowing bowl | Songs Naval, 1779 | 94-95 |
| Soldier, A (a) | We've shewn them full oft' of what stuff we are made | Songs Naval, 1779 | 96-97 |
| St. Germain, Count, set by (a) | Oh! would'st thou know what sacred charms | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.127-I.128 |
| St. Germain, Count, set by (a) | Why heaves my fond bosom, ah! what can it mean? | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.149 |
| Stanfield, Brother (a) | Grave business being clos'd, and a call from the south | Free Mansonry, 1797 | 222 |
| Stanfield, F. (a) | When orient Wisdom beam'd serene | Free Mansonry, 1797 | 224-225 |
| Stanfield, J.F. (a) | When orient Wisdom beam'd serene | Maryland Ahiman, 1797 | 233-234 |
| Stanley, Mr., set by (a) | Defend my heart, ye virgin pow'rs | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.156 |
| Stanley, Mr., set by (a) | Defend my heart, ye virgin pow'rs | Mock Bird, 1760 | 201-202 |
| Stanley, Mr., set by (a) | What beauteous scenes enchant my sight | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.124-II.125 |
| Steel (a) | From place to place, forlorn, I go | Apollo, 1789 | 25 |
| Steele (a) | Let not love on me bestow | Apollo, 1789 | 43 |
| Steele, R. (a) | From place to place, forlorn I go | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 15 |
| Steele, R. (a) | From place to place, forlorn I go | Medley, 1795 | 15 |
| Steele, Richard, written by (a) | Vouchsafe, O power, thy healing aid | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.132-I.133 |
| Stephenson, Miss (pf) | By a prattling stream, on a midsummer's eve | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.138-II.139 |
| Stephenson, Miss (pf) | When Damon first my eyes beheld | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.135-II.136 |
| Stevens, G. A. (a) | As one bright summer's sultry day | Patriotic, 1800 | 197-198 |
| Stevens, G. A. (a) | Contented I am, and contented I'llbe | Columbian, 1797 | 123-124 |
| Stevens, G. A. (a) | On a brook's grassy brink, in the willow's cool shade | Patriotic, 1800 | 170-172 |
| Stevens, G. A. (a) | One day at her toilet, as Venus began | Patriotic, 1800 | 178-179 |
| Stevens, G. A. (a) | Primroses deck the banks green side | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 67-68 |
| Stevens, G. A. (a) | Primroses deck the banks green side | Medley, 1795 | 67-68 |
| Stevens, G. A. (a) | Whenever, Chloe, I begin | Patriotic, 1800 | 206-207 |
| Stevens, G. A. (a) | Ye delicate lovelies, with leave, I maintain | Patriotic, 1800 | 205-206 |
| Stevens, Miss, and a boy (pf) | Fly hence, grim melancholy's train | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.59-I.60 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | All attendants apart | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.40-II.41 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | As I went o'er the meadows, no matter the day | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.38-II.39 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | As Thyrsis reclin'd by her side he lov'd best | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.13-II.14 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | Bright Sol, at length, by Thyrsis woo'd | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.43-II.44 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | Dawn of hope my soul revives, A | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.107 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | Gay Damon long studied my heart to obtain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.157 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | Haste, haste, ev'ry nymph, and each swain to the grove | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.12-II.13 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | I met in our village a swain t' other day | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.30-II.31 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | Night, to lovers joys a friend | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.5-II.6 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | Tell me, Amintor, gentle swain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.1-II.2 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | Thou traitor, who with the fair sex hast made war | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.122 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | What, is he gone! and can it be | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.15-II.16 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | When last we parted on the plain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.6-II.7 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | When tutor'd under mamma's care | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.41-II.42 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | Where's my swain, so blythe and clever | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.24-II.25 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.101 |
| Stevenson, Miss (pf) | You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true [sic] | Mock Bird, 1760 | 229-230 |
| Stevenson, Mr. (pf) | I met in our village a swain t' other day | Mock Bird, 1764 | 128-129 |
| Stimpson, Brother J. (a) | Come bothers, let us cheerful sing | Freemason's Monitor, 1797 | 278-279 |
| Storace, Signora (pf) | Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean | Ladies New Memo, 1794 | 139 |
| Student at University of Cambridge, Music set by (a) | Bright dawns the day, with rosy face | American MM, 1798 | 287-288 |
| Suckling (a) | 'Tis now since I sat down before | Apollo, 1789 | 61 |
| Swan (a) | Hard is the fate of him who loves | Assistant, 1800 | 15 |
| Swan (a) | No more my songs shall be, ye swains | Assistant, 1800 | 30-31 |
| Swan (a) | When Phoebus the tops of the hills does adorn | Assistant, 1800 | 20-21 |
| Swan (a) | Wherever I'm going, and all the day long | Assistant, 1800 | 35-36 |
| Swan, General (a) | Annals of fame, do loudly proclaim, The | William Reily's, 1798 | 9-12 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | At length too soon, dear creature | Assistant, 1800 | 33-34 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | Bright Sol is returned, the winter is o'er | Assistant, 1800 | 24-25 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | Lovely spring is just returning | Assistant, 1800 | 10-11 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | Morning is charming, all nature is gay, The | Assistant, 1800 | 3-7 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | Now we are met, let us merrily sing | Assistant, 1800 | Title page |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | O nightingale! best poet of the grove | Assistant, 1800 | 14 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | O! how shall I in language weak | Assistant, 1800 | 29-30 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | Tell me, my lovely shepherd | Assistant, 1800 | 8 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | Why does the sun dart forth his chearful rays [sic] | Assistant, 1800 | 11-13 |
| Swan, Mr. (a) | Ye fair marr'ed dames, who so often deplore [sic] | Assistant, 1800 | 31-32 |
| T-------, C------ll (a) | When Fanny, blooming fair | Patriotic, 1800 | 174 |
| Talairat (a) | Arbre cheri, bien doux embleme | Chansonnier, 1795 | 101-102 |
| Tauxogrondi, a Delaware Chief (a) | Donna makoo makoonas! | Columbian, 1797 | 143-146 |
| Taylor, Mrs. (a) | Strephon has fashion, wit and youth | Apollo, 1789 | 66 |
| Tenducci, Mr. (pf) | In vain to keep my heart you strive | Mock Bird, 1764 | 30-31 |
| Terducci, Mr. (pf) | Come ye hours with joy replete | Mock Bird, 1764 | 25 |
| Thelwall, John, in the Tower of London (a) | There are, degenerate! to the future blind | Republican, 1800 | 100-101 |
| Thomas, Miss (pf) | At the foot of a hill in a neat lonely cot | Mock Bird, 1764 | 149-150 |
| Thomas, Miss (pf) | Sure Damon is the blithest swain | Mock Bird, 1764 | 139-140 |
| Thomas, Mr., set to musick [sic] (a) | Why will you my passion reprove | Mock Bird, 1764 | 141 |
| Thomson (a) | For ever, fortune! wilt thou prove | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 35-36 |
| Thomson (a) | For ever, fortune! wilt thou prove | Medley, 1795 | 35-36 |
| Tickell (a) | Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair | Apollo, 1789 | 78 |
| Tissor, Charles-Louis (a) | Abbre sacre, charmant feuillage | Chansonnier, 1795 | 17-18 |
| Travers, Mr. (a) | When vernal airs perfume the fields | Mock Bird, 1764 | 81 |
| True Briton, A (a) | Now rise, my soul, and tune thy voice, to sing | Mock Bird, 1760 | 119 |
| Tylar, R. (a) | Come, fill each brimming glass, boys | Federal, 1800 | 44-46 |
| Tyler, R., Esq. (a) | Come all ye fed'ral heroes | Social Companion, 1799 | 54-56 |
| Tyler, Royal, Esq. (a) | Come fill each brimming glass, boys | Social Companion, 1799 | 11-12 |
| Upton, Mr. (a) | Fair Caroline was once my love | Enchanting, 1788 | 5 |
| Valton, Peter, music by (a) | Boast not, mortals, human skill | Ahiman,1783 | 142 |
| Valton, Peter, music by (a) | Give the heroes all their due | Ahiman,1783 | 144 |
| Valton, Peter, music by (a) | Let the day be ever prais'd | Ahiman,1783 | 143 |
| Valton, Peter, music by (a) | Let the diamond's lustre blaze | Ahiman,1783 | 142-143 |
| Vernon (pf) | Sons of antique Art, The | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 71 |
| Vernon (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Apollo, 1791 | 142-143 |
| Vernon (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-2, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Vernon (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin-1, 1796 | 49-50 |
| Vernon (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Jachin, 1797 | 64-65 |
| Vernon (pf) | What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 69-70 |
| Vernon (pf) | What solumn sounds on holy Sinai rung | Apollo-2, 1793 | 142-143* |
| Vernon (pf) | Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 70-71 |
| Vernon, Mr. (pf) | Vain is ev'ry fond endeavour | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.102 |
| Vernon, Mr., at Vauxhall (pf) | When Fanny to woman is growing a pace | Mock Bird, 1764 | 110-111 |
| Vernon, Mr., set by (a) | Some cry up Gunnersberry | Mock Bird, 1760 | 183-184 |
| Villette, le Citoyen (a) | Tor don't les decrets immuables | Chansonnier, 1795 | 8 |
| Vincent, Mrs. (pf) | Fly hence grim melancholy's train | Mock Bird, 1764 | 185-186 |
| Vincent, Mrs. (pf) | Fly hence, grim melancholy's train | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.59-I.60 |
| Vincent, Mrs. (pf) | Lark's shrill note awakes the morn, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.3 |
| Vincent, Mrs. (pf) | Now the snow-drops lift their heads | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.4-II.5 |
| Waldo, Albigence, Brother (a) | In darkness once I walk'd serene | Freemason's PC, 1794 | 84-85 |
| Waller (a) | Chloris, yourself you so excel | Apollo, 1789 | 66 |
| Waller (a) | Go, lovely rose! | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 5 |
| Waller (a) | Go, lovely rose! | Medley, 1795 | 5 |
| Waller (a) | Say, lovely dream, &c. | Apollo, 1789 | 58 |
| Waller (a) | That which her slender waist confin'd | Patriotic, 1800 | 179-180 |
| Walsh (a) | Celia, too late you would repent | Apollo, 1789 | 55 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | And while he swell'd the melting note | Candid, 1772 | 221 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | Behold he comes upon the wings of light | Candid, 1772 | 221 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | Behold, my brethren of the sky | Candid, 1772 | 224 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | Hark from on high the Mason word | Candid, 1772 | 222 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | Not like Babel's haughty building | Candid, 1772 | 223 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | Oh! charming Sheba, there behold | Candid, 1772 | 226-227 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | Tune to the lute and string the lyre | Candid, 1772 | 225 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | We know thee, by thy apron white | Candid, 1772 | 223 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | When allegiance bids obey | Candid, 1772 | 224-225 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words (a) | When the Queen of the South shall return | Candid, 1772 | 226 |
| Weeks, James Eyre, words by (a) | Behold he comes upon the wings of light | Masons, 1779 | 34-40 |
| Weeks, James, Mr.,words (a) | Conven'd we're met---chief Oracle of Heav'n | Freemason's, 1779 | 34-40 |
| Weideman, Mr, set by (a) | Pride of ev'ry grove I chose, The | Mock Bird, 1760 | 185-186 |
| Westray, Julia (a) | Gentle winds, ah! cease to murmur | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 103-104 |
| Westray, Julia (a) | Gentle winds, ah! cease to murmur | Medley, 1795 | 103-104 |
| Westray, Miss (pf) | Stript of fortune's gay profusions | Youthful, 1800 | 89-90 |
| Whateley, Miss (a) | Come, dear Pastora, come away! | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 56-57 |
| Whateley, Miss (a) | Come, dear Pastora, come away! | Medley, 1795 | 56-57 |
| White, William Charles (a) | Let patriot ardor distinguish the day | Federal, 1800 | 62-64 |
| Whitehead (a) | Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now | Apollo, 1789 | 46 |
| Whitehead, Paul, Mr. (a) | In story we're told, how our monarchs of old | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.193-II.194 |
| Whitehead, William, Esq., Poet Laureat (a) | Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.142 |
| Whitimore, W. (a) | Wherefore bid me cease to sigh? | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 80 |
| Whitimore, W. (a) | Wherefore bid me cease to sigh? | Medley, 1795 | 80 |
| Whitmore, W. (a) | Gentle shepherds, tell a stranger | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 66 |
| Whitmore, W. (a) | Gentle shepherds, tell a stranger | Medley, 1795 | 66 |
| Whitmore, W. (a) | Sweetest flow'rs are doom'd to fade | Vocal Muse, 1792 | 107 |
| Whitmore, W. (a) | Sweetest flow'rs are doom'd to fade | Medley, 1795 | 107 |
| Wiiliamson, Mr. (pf) | Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The | Columbian, 1799 | II:5-II:6 |
| Wiiliamson, Mr. (pf) | Near Bow'ry Richmond, Thames' side | Columbian, 1799 | II:7 |
| Wilder, Mr. (pf) | Adieu for a while to the town and its trade | Mock Bird, 1764 | 124 |
| Willamson, Mr. (pf) | Go, patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see | Columbian, 1799 | III:21-III:23 |
| Williams, Sir C. H. (a) | Come, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses | Patriotic, 1800 | 172-173 |
| Williams, Sir C. H. (a) | Ye fam'd physicians of this place | Patriotic, 1800 | 176-177 |
| Williamson (pf) | Say, have you seen my Arabell? | Columbian, 1799 | III:20 |
| Williamson, Mr. (a) | Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing | Humming Bird, 1798 | 118-119 |
| Williamson, Mr. (a) | Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing | Sky Lark, 1797 | 118-119 |
| Williamson, Mr. (a) | Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing | Columbian, 1799 | I:21-I:22 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | 'Twas past meridian half past four | Theatrical, 1797 | 3-4 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | 'Twas past meridian, half past four [sic] | Sky Lark, 1797 | 124-125 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing | Humming Bird, 1798 | 118-119 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing | Sky Lark, 1797 | 118-119 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing | Columbian, 1799 | I:21-I:22 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing | Whim, 1798 | 3-5 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The | Sky Lark, 1797 | 127-128 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | Go, patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see | Sky Lark, 1797 | 111-112 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | Near Bow'ry Richmond, Thames' side | Sky Lark, 1797 | 126-127 |
| Williamson, Mr. (pf) | Say, have you seen my Arabell? | Sky Lark, 1797 | 125-126 |
| Wolf, Gen., while besieging Quebec (a) | How stands the glass around | Jovial, 1800 | 25-26 |
| Woman, A (a) | Man is like to--but stay--, A | Amorous, 1800 | 19-21 |
| Woman, A (a) | Man, he is like to--but stay--, A | Echo, 1798 | 25-26 |
| Woman, A (a) | Man, he is like to--but stay--, A | Patriotic, 1800 | 55-57 |
| Woman, A (a) | Man, he is like to--but stay--, A | Echo, 1800 | 17-18 |
| Wools, Mr. (pf) | When the Deity's word | Freemason's PC, 1794 | 78 |
| Wools, Mr. (pf) | When the Deity's word | Free Mason's PC, 1785 | 73 |
| Worgan, Mr. (a) | From his close covert rous'd, the stag swiftly flies | Songs Naval, 1779 | 80-81 |
| Worgan, Mr., music by (a) | If wine and music have the pow'r | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.41 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | 'Tis a twelvemonth ago, nay, perhaps they are twain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.59-II.60 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Alexis, a pretty young swain | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.73 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | All attendants apart | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.40-II.41 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | All on the pleasant banks of Tweed | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.76-II.77 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | As Chloe sat shelter'd and breath'd the cool air | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.74 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | As I went o'er the meadows, no matter the day | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.38-II.39 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | As on Tay's banks I wander'd in search of my fair | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.48 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Blithe Collin's blest art | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.65-II.66 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Bright Sol, at length, by Thyrsis woo'd | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.43-II.44 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Come thou rosy dimpl'd boy | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.14-II.15 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Dearest Kitty! kind and fair! | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.49-II.50 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Delia, Delia, leave the shade | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.76-I.77 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Fly hence, grim melancholy's train | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.59-I.60 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | From his close covert rous'd, the stag swiftly flies | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.16 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Had I, ye swains, the happy pow'r | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.64-II.65 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Hark the loud drum! | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.3-II.4 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Hark! the loud drum! | Mock Bird, 1760 | 203-204 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | I am a young virgin, that oft have been told | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.68-II.69 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | I have rambl'd, I own it, whole years up and down | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.2-II.3 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | I met in our village a swain t' other day | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.30-II.31 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | I met in our village a swain t' other day | Mock Bird, 1764 | 128-129 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | I'll sing of my lover all night and all day | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.82-II.83 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | In all the sex some charms I find | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.78-II.79 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Long, long I despair'd a young shepherd to find | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.44 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Moon shone forth serenely bright, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.39-II.40 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | More bright the sun began to dawn | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.68-I.69 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Night, to lovers joys a friend | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.5-II.6 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | No shepherd was like Strephon gay | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.71-II.73 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Now the snow-drops lift their heads | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.4-II.5 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | See Royal Edward land | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.8 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Since we went out a maying, too late can I find | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.70-I.71 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.77-II.78 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Stint me not in love or wine | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.42-II.43 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Sun in virgin lustre shone, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.50-II.52 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Sure a lass in her bloom at the age of nineteen | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.27-I.28 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Tell me, Amintor, gentle swain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.1-II.2 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Tell me, lasses, have you seen | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.45-II.46 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Too long a giddy wand'ring youth | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.60-II.61 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Well met, dearest Phoebe: ah! why in such haste? | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.74-II.75 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | What, is he gone! and can it be | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.15-II.16 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | When first I saw my Delia's face | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.47 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | When last we parted on the plain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.6-II.7 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | When tutor'd under mamma's care | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.41-II.42 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Where's my swain, so blythe and clever | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.24-II.25 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Wicked wits, as fancy hits, The | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.66-II.68 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Yes, Damon, yes, I can approve | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.61-II.62 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Young Colin protests I'm his joy and delight | Mock Bird, 1760 | 228-229 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Young Collin protests I'm his joy and delight [sic] | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.70-II.71 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Young Collin sought my heart to gain | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.69-II.70 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Young Daphne was the prettiest maid | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.58-II.59 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Young Jockey, who teas'd me a twelve-month, or more | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.46-II.47 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.36-II.37 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Young Thyrsis, ye shepherds, is gone | Wood Lark, 1765 | II.49 |
| Worgan, Mr., set by (a) | Youth, if I wou'd, I cou'd tell you his name, A | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.64-I.65 |
| Wright, Miss (pf) | My shepherd so handsome and gay | Mock Bird, 1764 | 21-22 |
| Wrighten, Mrs. (pf) | Somehow my spindle I mislaid | Enchanting, 1788 | 37-38 |
| Yonge, Sir. W. [sic] (a) | Good madam, when ladies are willing | Apollo, 1789 | 44 |
| Young Lady, A (a) | English, of late, with intention to bluster | Mock Bird, 1760 | 132-133 |
| Young Lady, A (a) | Philander long had loosely rov'd | Mock Bird, 1764 | 7-8 |
| Young Lady, A (a) | Trust not woman she'll beguile you | Sky Lark, 1795 | 26-27 |
| Young Lady, A (a) | Trust not woman she'll beguile you | Sky Lark, 1797 | 24 |
| Young Lady, A (a) | Trust not woman she'll beguile you | Columbian, 1799 | II:3-II:4 |
| Young Lady, A (a) | Trust not woman she'll beguile you | Jovial, 1800 | 12 |
| Young, Miss (pf) | Those best sons of Britain bold open and brave | Mock Bird, 1764 | 124-125 |
| Young, Miss (pf) | When Phoebus, the tops of the hills does adorn | Wood Lark, 1765 | I.99-I.100 |
| Young, Miss (pf) | Where the primrose decks thee well | Mock Bird, 1764 | 153-154 |