| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| When our enemies rise and defiance proclaim |
11 |
2 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'er shadows yon mill |
11-12 |
3 |
| We meet as a circle, our title's the same |
12 |
4 |
| When our great sires this land explor'd |
13-14 |
8 |
| Great Washington, the Hero's come |
14-16 |
12 |
| Sweet music's aid we haply share [sic] |
16-17 |
6 |
| Once the Gods of the Greeks at ambrosial feast |
17-18 |
4 |
| Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing |
18-19 |
7 |
| In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote |
19 |
5 |
| And bearing up to gain the port |
19-20 |
3 |
| Why Moses, why Aaron, my boys |
20 |
2 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
20 |
|
| |
20 |
|
| I sigh and lament me in vain |
20-21 |
2 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer |
21 |
3 |
| Oh dear, what can the matter be? |
21 |
|
| Heart that has ne'er tasted sorrow, The |
22 |
2 |
| I ne'er by a lass yet was scouted |
22-23 |
3 |
| When to my pretty Poll I went |
23-24 |
2 |
| In the smiles of the fair |
24 |
3 |
| What a hard lot is ours now, indeed and indeed |
24-25 |
3 |
| Woman now by grace and feature |
25-26 |
4 |
| From North to South, from East to West |
26-27 |
3 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love |
27 |
3 |
| One sweet May morn, in woody dale |
27-28 |
5 |
| My daddy was a tinker's son |
28-30 |
3 |
| Waves were hush'd---the sky serene, The |
30-31 |
3 |
| When on board the Hector I first went to sea |
31 |
2 |
| Let men elate, of doctors prate |
31-32 |
5 |
| John Bull, for pastime took a prance |
32-33 |
5 |
| Since plenty has crown'd |
33-34 |
4 |
| In my club-room so great |
34 |
3 |
| Far remov'd from noise or smoke [sic] |
35 |
4 |
| Once friends I had, but ah! too soon |
35-36 |
3 |
| How sweet is the breeze at eve's modest hour |
36-37 |
3 |
| First of my pranks was at little Ratshane, The |
37-38 |
3 |
| Beggar I am, and of low degree, A |
38-39 |
2 |
| O love! what the deuce do you want in my bosom |
39-40 |
3 |
| While nostrums are held out to cure each disease |
40 |
6 |
| On board the good ship Molly |
40-41 |
3 |
| Let the toast be love and beauty |
41-42 |
3 |
| I'm hither sent 'mong mortals to declare |
42-43 |
3 |
| Dear Judy my granny, was fond of the sweets |
43-44 |
3 |
| You make talk about drinking of claret and whisky |
44-45 |
4 |
| Sup of good whisky will make you glad, A |
45-46 |
5 |
| Thro' life's rugged voyage each mortal must sail |
46-47 |
4 |
| Says our Nancy, says she---one day to I |
47-48 |
5 |
| In life's morn a maiden gay |
49 |
2 |
| Hark, hark, the loud drums call the soldiers away |
49-50 |
3 |
| On board, the grog went cheerly round |
50-51 |
4 |
| I fell out with my feyther 'bout something or else |
51-52 |
4 |
| I'm nick-nam'd Quack by every prig |
52-53 |
4 |
| Poll dang it how d' ye do, Nan won't ye gi's a buss |
54 |
4 |
| On that lone bank where Lubin died |
54 |
2 |
| I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hills |
55-56 |
5 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four |
56-57 |
6 |
| 'Twas in the green meadows so gay |
57-58 |
3 |
| One moon-shiny night, about two in the morning |
58-60 |
7 |
| My dad was asleep in his old elbow chair |
60 |
2 |
| In early youth to fear a stranger |
60-61 |
2 |
| I of feeling won't boast---I've no more than my share |
61-62 |
3 |
| When first I was kitten'd, it was in Kilkenny |
62 |
3 |
| You may talk of your maidens, fair widows & wives |
62-63 |
3 |
| O when I was a boy, and a pretty little boy |
63 |
4 |
| Oh Lord! what a terrible fright I'm in |
64 |
3 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow |
64-65 |
5 |
| As gay as a lark, and as blythe as a bee |
65-66 |
3 |
| 'T wash the top of the morning so pleasant and clear |
66 |
3 |
| Don't you remember a poor carpet weaver |
66-67 |
2 |
| By nature soft as kneaded dough |
67 |
2 |
| Snip once employ'd a lawyer spruce |
67-68 |
2 |
| When morn's approach had banish'd night |
68-69 |
3 |
| Woman is to---but stay---, A |
69-70 |
2 |
| Ever since I found true love beginning |
70-71 |
2 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed |
71-72 |
3 |
| Oh! happy tawny moor, when you love |
72 |
4 |
| At sixteen years old, you could get very little good of me |
73 |
4 |
| Faint and wearily, the way worn traveller |
73-74 |
2 |
| Such beauties in view I |
74-75 |
2 |
| In the choice of a husband we widows are nice |
75 |
3 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
75-77 |
3 |
| There was Dorothy Dump, would mutter and mump |
77 |
5 |
| I am a brisk and sprightly lad |
77-78 |
4 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress |
78-79 |
3 |
| When William at eve meets me down at the stile |
79 |
2 |
| Her mouth with a smile |
79 |
2 |
| By this fountain's flow'ry side |
79-80 |
5 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair |
80-81 |
4 |
| When I've money I am merry |
81-82 |
3 |
| At dawn I rose with jocund glee |
82 |
2 |
| Tho' I am now a very little lad |
82-83 |
3 |
| Soldier is the noblest name, A |
83-84 |
1 |
| Voyage over seas had not enter'd my head, A |
84 |
3 |
| This maxim let ev'ry one hear |
84-85 |
2 |
| O give me your plain dealing fellows |
85 |
3 |
| Clerk I was in London gay, A |
85-86 |
4 |
| I can't for my life guess the cause of this fuss |
86 |
3 |
| Why must I appear so deceitful? |
87 |
2 |
| Though prudence may press me |
87 |
2 |
| You all must have heard of the learned pig |
87-89 |
7 |
| I was call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town |
89-90 |
3 |
| Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The |
90-91 |
7 |
| Rose just bursting into bloom, The |
91-92 |
2 |
| Wrap't in the evening's soft and pensive shade |
92 |
2 |
| Aurora, lovely blooming fair |
92 |
3 |
| When I was a poor, little innocent boy |
92-93 |
2 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The |
94 |
4 |
| Wide over the tremulous sea |
94-95 |
3 |
| Violet and primrose to pluck as the bloom, The |
95-96 |
3 |
| If round the world poor sailors roam |
96 |
5 |
| In tatter'd weed, from town to town |
96-97 |
2 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart |
97-98 |
7 |
| Bard who glows with Grubstreet fire, The |
98-99 |
4 |
| Hast thou forgot the oak that throws |
99-100 |
2 |
| I'm old enough to be married I wis [sic] |
100 |
2 |
| Faith, you must know I once was born |
100-101 |
4 |
| My lord---you're a horrid creature---an't that true my lady? |
101-102 |
3 |
| What argufies your logic, your sense and all that there |
102-103 |
6 |
| When the robber his victim has noted |
103 |
3 |
| Traveller stopt at a widow's gate, A |
103-104 |
4 |
| Man whose life is on the seas, The |
104-105 |
2 |
| At Symond's-Inn I sip my tea |
105-106 |
3 |
| Though the lawyer comes to woo |
106 |
2 |
| O listen then, and silent feel |
106-107 |
2 |
| Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The |
107 |
4 |
| Ned oft had braved the field of battle |
108 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the grove the other morn |
108-109 |
3 |
| Ere I had well grown to an age |
109-110 |
3 |
| When sleep has clos'd the trav'ler's eyes |
110 |
2 |
| Come hither ye belles, aye and likewise ye beaux |
110-111 |
3 |
| In love be I fifth button high |
111-112 |
3 |
| When I was a younker, says feyther to I |
112-113 |
3 |
| Plough-boy neighbours knew me, as jocund as could be, A |
113 |
2 |
| While your opera squallers fine verses are singing |
113-114 |
3 |
| Of all the swains both far and near |
114-115 |
3 |
| Come buy my ripe cherries, fair maidens come buy |
115-116 |
3 |
| Ye nymphs and swains |
116-117 |
3 |
| T' other day as I walk'd in the Mall |
117 |
2 |
| 'Twas about ten o'clock when we first set out |
117-119 |
5 |
| To be merry, and wise, is a maxim of old |
119 |
4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
119-120 |
4 |
| Sir Solomon Simons when he did wed |
120-122 |
7 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair |
122 |
4 |
| Peaceful, slumbering on the ocean |
122-123 |
2 |
| Peaceful snoozing on the ocean |
123 |
4 |
| For England, when with fav'ring gale |
123-124 |
5 |
| Gad-a-mercy! devil's in me |
124-125 |
3 |
| To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet |
125-126 |
3 |
| Card invites, in crouds we fly, The |
126 |
4 |
| When rural lads and lasses gay |
126-127 |
3 |
| Give me wine, rosy wine, that foe to despair |
127-128 |
3 |
| When I was of a tender age |
128-129 |
4 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky |
129 |
3 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
129-131 |
11 |
| Let's be jovial, fill our glasses |
131 |
5 |
| To my muse give attention, and deem it not a mystery |
131-133 |
9 |
| When first this humble roof I knew |
133-134 |
4 |
| When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars |
134 |
6 |
| Tho' my dad I must own is but poor |
134-135 |
4 |
| When I was a younker, I first was apprentic'd |
135-136 |
3 |
| Since, then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove |
136 |
2 |
| When first I had scarcely told sixteen |
136-137 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales |
137-138 |
3 |
| With care I've search'd the village round |
138-139 |
3 |
| How happily my life I led |
139 |
2 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
139-140 |
4 |
| From night till morn I take my glass |
140 |
2 |
| Come. sailors, be filling the can |
140-141 |
|
| Pretty gem'man once I saw, A |
141-142 |
5 |
| I am a jolly gay pedlar |
142-143 |
3 |
| Plague of one's life, The |
143-144 |
4 |
| Born under a cloud of misfortunes and sorrow |
144-145 |
3 |
| O say, simple maid, have you form'd any notion |
145 |
4 |
| Come, let us be jovial and hearty |
145-146 |
3 |
| True son of Neptune's a friend to the bowl, The |
146 |
2 |
| Fox is unkennel'd---the hounds are in cry, The |
147 |
2 |
| Cou'd you to battle march away |
147-148 |
3 |
| I tremble to think that my soldier's so bold |
148 |
3 |
| When one's drunk, not a girl but looks pretty |
148-149 |
4 |
| Merry man, The |
149 |
2 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
149-150 |
5 |
| Had Neptune, when first he took charge of the sea |
150-151 |
8 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
151-152 |
3 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The |
152 |
4 |
| Free from the bustle care and strife |
152-153 |
5 |
| Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays |
153-155 |
7 |
| Do you hear brother sportsman, the sound of the horn |
155 |
2 |
| See ruddy Aurora begins to appear |
156 |
|
| Banish sorrow, grief's a folly |
156-157 |
4 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too |
157-158 |
3 |
| Assist me, ye lads who have hearts void of guile |
158-159 |
6 |
| From the East breaks the morn |
159-160 |
5 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
160 |
6 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The |
161 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
161-162 |
3 |
| London town is just like a barber's shop |
162 |
5 |
| You may feast your ears with a fife or drum |
162-164 |
8 |
| Hark forward's the word, and all join in the chace |
164 |
4 |
| Ye sportsmen for pleasure and exercise born |
164-165 |
3 |
| You good fellows all |
165-167 |
6 |
| Let the sportsman go boast of the joys pf the chace |
167-168 |
5 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl |
168-169 |
7 |
| As Dolly sat milking her cow |
169 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd |
170 |
3 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd and ship's unmoor'd |
170-171 |
6 |
| John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred |
171-173 |
8 |
| Psalm or a song-singing cobler be I, A |
173-174 |
4 |
| Meadows look chearful, the birds sweetly sing, The |
174 |
2 |
| One kind kiss before we part |
174-175 |
3 |
| They tell me I'm too young to wed |
175 |
3 |
| I was press'd while a rowing so happy |
176-177 |
5 |
| See the dawn how it rises in golden array |
177 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sail'd the world all around |
177-178 |
3 |
| O! Fortune, how strangely thy gifts are awarded |
178-179 |
9 |
| No lark that e'er whistled aloft o'er the downs |
179-180 |
4 |
| But three months yet I've been a wife |
180-181 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so blythe, and so jolly |
181-182 |
4 |
| To pleasure let's raise the heart-chearing song |
182-183 |
3 |
| Gather your rose-buds while you may |
183 |
3 |
| When lovers are too daring grown |
183-184 |
3 |
| I'd fain ask you a this, but in steps a that |
184 |
4 |
| Now we're launch'd on the world |
185 |
3 |
| Verily ah! how my heart keepeth bumping |
185-186 |
4 |
| There were Farmer Thrasher, and he had a cow |
186-187 |
11 |
| Tom Truelove woo'd the sweetest fair |
188 |
3 |
| 'Twas on a bank of daisies sweet |
189 |
3 |
| Johhny met me t' other day |
189-190 |
3 |
| Scarcely had the blushing morning |
190-191 |
6 |
| When the rosy morn appearing |
191-192 |
6 |
| When morn, 'twixt mountain and the sky |
192 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page |
193-195 |
8 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
195-196 |
3 |
| Wind was hush'd, the storm was over, The |
196-197 |
4 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread |
197 |
3 |
| By moonlight on the green |
197-198 |
3 |
| How blest has my time been, what joys have I known |
198-199 |
5 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung |
199 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? |
200 |
3 |
| Near Bow'ry Richmond, Thames' side |
200-201 |
3 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The |
201-202 |
4 |
| My heart is as honest and brave as the best |
202 |
2 |
| Here I was, my good masters, my name's Teddy Clinch |
202-203 |
3 |
| What argufies pride and ambition? |
203-204 |
4 |
| Two real tars, whom duty call'd |
204-205 |
4 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light |
205 |
4 |
| Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze |
206 |
4 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see |
206-207 |
4 |
| While up the shrouds the sailor goes |
207-208 |
4 |
| My heart from my bosom wou'd fly |
208-209 |
3 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
209-210 |
4 |
| I sail'd in the good ship the Kitty |
210 |
4 |
| At the sound of the horn |
210-211 |
4 |
| No more from fair to fair I rove |
211-212 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The |
212 |
2 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
212-214 |
4 |
| Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman |
214-215 |
3 |
| There are grinders enough, sirs, of ev'ry degree |
215 |
5 |
| Trust not man for he'll deceive you |
215-216 |
3 |
| Trust not woman she'll beguile you |
216 |
3 |