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| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen, dear |
5 |
2 |
| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The |
5-6 |
2 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A |
6 |
2 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale |
6-7 |
3 |
| Come haste to the wedding, ye friends and ye neighbours |
7-8 |
3 |
| O Sandy, why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn? |
8-9 |
4 |
| O Nelly! no longer thy Sandy now mourns |
9-10 |
4 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
10-11 |
3 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame |
11-12 |
4 |
| My lodging is on the cold ground |
12 |
3 |
| Ah! sure a pair was never seen |
13 |
2 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
13-14 |
2 |
| O the days when I was young |
14-15 |
6 |
| Come, jolly Bacchus, god of wine |
15 |
2 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
16 |
5 |
| With women and wine I defy ev'ry care |
16-17 |
6 |
| O bonny lass, will you lie in a barrack |
17-18 |
3 |
| There was a jolly miller once |
18-19 |
7 |
| Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore |
20 |
5 |
| Ye fair, possess'd of ev'ry charm |
20-21 |
3 |
| Ye fair, who shine throughout this land |
21-22 |
6 |
| Wanton god, who pierces hearts, The |
23 |
4 |
| To ease his heart, and own his flame |
23-24 |
6 |
| While the lads of the village shall merrily, ah! |
24-25 |
3 |
| Shepherds, I have lost my love |
25 |
2 |
| How oft, Louisa, hast thou said |
25-26 |
4 |
| Down the burn, and thro' the mead |
26-27 |
3 |
| My heart's my own, my will is free |
27 |
2 |
| What bard, O time, discover |
27-28 |
2 |
| Come now, all ye social pow'rs |
28-29 |
5 |
| Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The |
29-30 |
4 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean |
30 |
3 |
| World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The |
31 |
4 |
| Had I a heart for falshood fram'd [sic] |
31-32 |
4 |
| Cease, gay seducers, pride to take |
32 |
2 |
| Let rakes and libertines, resign'd |
32-33 |
3 |
| Soldier, tir'd of war's alarms, The |
33 |
1 |
| Though prudence may press me |
33 |
2 |
| When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me |
34 |
2 |
| Could I her faults remember |
34- |
2 |
| Give Isaac the nymph, who no beauty can boast |
35 |
4 |
| Give me but a wife, I expect not to find |
35-36 |
6 |
| Hope! thou nurse of young desire! |
36-37 |
3 |
| How blest the maid, whose bosom |
37 |
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| How imperfect is expression |
37-38 |
3 |
| Leave off this idle prating |
38-39 |
5 |
| When trees did bud, and fields were green |
39-40 |
8 |
| Jolly mortals, fill your glasses |
41 |
3 |
| Let's be jovial, fill your glasses |
42-43 |
4 |
| Oh! had I been by fate decreed |
43 |
2 |
| My banks are all furnish'd with bees |
43-44 |
3 |
| Fill your glasses: banish grief |
44-45 |
4 |
| Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things |
45-46 |
4 |
| Ye virgins attend |
47 |
5 |
| Pride of all nature was sweet Willy O, The |
48 |
5 |
| Bird, that hears her nestlings cry, The |
48-49 |
3 |
| 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing |
49-50 |
3 |
| How happy were my days till now |
50 |
3 |
| Come, live with me, and be my love |
51 |
3 |
| With tuneful pipe and merry glee |
51-52 |
3 |
| Young Jamie loo'd me weel, and ask'd me for his bride |
52-53 |
4 |
| Here's to the lass of bashful fifteen |
53-54 |
4 |
| When all the Attic Fire was fled |
54-55 |
3 |
| Bumper of good liquor, A |
55 |
2 |
| As I went to the wake that is held on the green |
55-56 |
4 |
| Ask if yon damask rose is sweet |
56 |
3 |
| Attend, ye nymphs, while I impart |
56-57 |
5 |
| I have seriously weigh'd it, and find it but just |
57-58 |
5 |
| Blow, blow, thou winter's wind |
58 |
2 |
| By him we love offended |
59 |
2 |
| Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace |
59-60 |
2 |
| In penance for past folly |
60-61 |
7 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The |
62 |
2 |
| When the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen |
62-63 |
4 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
63-64 |
9 |
| Heavy hours are almost past, The |
65 |
3 |
| O lock'd up all my treasure |
65-66 |
3 |
| Dear heart! what a terrible life I am led! [sic] |
66 |
2 |
| Farewell ye green fields, and sweet groves |
66-67 |
3 |
| Push about the brisk bowl: 'twill enliven the heart |
67-68 |
7 |
| Well met, pretty nymph, says a jolly young swain |
68-69 |
4 |
| There was once---it is said |
69-73 |
19 |
| Modes of the court so common are grown, The |
73 |
1 |
| Virgin, when soften'd by May, The |
74 |
4 |
| Blest as th' immortal gods is he |
75 |
3 |
| What shepherd. or nymph of the grove |
75-77 |
5 |
| Would you taste the noon-tide air |
77 |
2 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight |
77-78 |
4 |
| Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear |
78-79 |
4 |
| By the gayly-cicling glass |
79 |
2 |
| If love's a sweet passion, how can it torment |
79-80 |
3 |
| I winna marry any mon but Sandy o'er the lee |
80-81 |
5 |
| My Sandy is the sweetest swain |
81-82 |
4 |
| Vows of love should ever bind |
82 |
2 |
| Water parted from the sea |
82 |
2 |
| In love should there meet a fond pair |
82-83 |
2 |
| Rail no more, ye learned asses |
83 |
2 |
| To heal the smart a bee had made |
83 |
2 |
| Was I a shepherd's maid, to keep |
84 |
2 |
| When innocent pastime our pleasure did crown |
84-85 |
3 |
| My Nancy quits the rural train |
85 |
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| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd, one ev'ning in May |
85-87 |
8 |
| Dear Chloe, come give me sweet kisses |
87-88 |
3 |
| Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The |
88-89 |
5 |
| If o'er the cruel tyrant, love |
89 |
3 |
| In the social amusements of life let me live |
90 |
3 |
| Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd |
90-91 |
5 |
| How blithe was I each morn to see |
92 |
3 |
| How blest has my time been! what days have I known |
93 |
5 |
| When late I wander'd o'er the plain |
94 |
4 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too |
94-95 |
3 |
| You tell me I'm handsome, (I know not how true) |
95- |
3 |
| Since laws are made for ev'ry degree |
96 |
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