| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Returning from the fair one eve |
3 |
3 |
| 'Twas the morning of May, and the yellow hair'd god |
4 |
3 |
| Fair Caroline was once my love |
5 |
6 |
| In Martindale, a village gay |
6 |
3 |
| On a rural village green |
6-7 |
5 |
| Drifted snow is no longer seen |
8-9 |
4 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
9-10 |
3 |
| Ye gents, give ear to me, I pray |
11-12 |
6 |
| One summer's eve, when Luna's beam |
12-13 |
3 |
| As though the grove, the other day |
13-14 |
3 |
| Hark! hark the lark at Heav'n's gate sings |
14 |
1 |
| See beneath yon bow'r of roses |
15 |
4 |
| Gentle swan, with graceful pride, The |
15-16 |
4 |
| Linnet's nest, with anxious care, A |
16-17 |
3 |
| Lord, what care I for mam or dad? |
17-18 |
5 |
| Young Willy woo'd me long in vain |
18 |
4 |
| Her mouth with a smile |
18-19 |
2 |
| 'Twas in the flow'ry month of May |
19-20 |
4 |
| Morning smil'd serenely gay, The |
20-21 |
4 |
| Gad-a-mercy! devil's in me |
21-22 |
5 |
| Sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, The |
22-24 |
4 |
| What's a valiant hero? |
24-25 |
4 |
| When the fancy stirring bowl |
25-26 |
5 |
| At the sound of the horn |
26-27 |
5 |
| Bold chanticleer claims the dawn |
28 |
2 |
| I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter |
28-29 |
4 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
29-30 |
3 |
| When Yanko dear fight far away |
30 |
2 |
| Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear |
31 |
2 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise; the ruddy morn |
31 |
1 |
| What a charming thing's a battle! |
32 |
2 |
| Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak |
32-33 |
2 |
| Say, little foolish flutt'ring thing |
33 |
1 |
| Mon cher ami, ami tres cher |
33-34 |
3 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove |
34 |
4 |
| How sweet the rosy blush of morn |
35 |
3 |
| Night and day the anxious lover |
35-36 |
3 |
| Sun shone pale on the mountain snow, The |
36 |
3 |
| Bring me flow'rs, and bring me wine |
37 |
2 |
| Somehow my spindle I mislaid |
37-38 |
3 |
| When Fanny I saw, as she tripp'd o'er the green |
38 |
2 |
| While Strephon thus you tease me |
38-39 |
4 |
| As o'er the mead I pass'd along |
39-40 |
3 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
40-41 |
4 |
| Scarlet coat and smart cockade, A |
41-42 |
4 |
| Ladies cannot but approve, The |
42 |
3 |
| Arouze, and break the bands of sleep |
43 |
2 |
| To horse, ye jolly sportsmen |
43-44 |
10 |
| Wou'd you know, my good friends, |
45-46 |
3 |
| This, this, my lad, is a soldier's life |
46 |
6 |
| Come, ladies, and list to my song |
47 |
3 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other |
47-48 |
2 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
48 |
3 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
49-52 |
22 |
| How stands the glass around? |
52 |
3 |
| See the conquering hero comes |
53 |
2 |
| Come, now, all ye social pow'rs |
53-54 |
5 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty fly |
54 |
2 |
| Banish sorrow, grief and folly |
54-55 |
3 |
| Here's to the maid of bashful fifteen |
55-56 |
4 |
| Jolly mortals fill your glasses |
56 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen also |
56-57 |
3 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The |
57-58 |
4 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
58-59 |
6 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
59-60 |
5 |
| Shepherds, I have lost my love |
60-61 |
2 |
| Once more I'll tune the vocal shell |
61-62 |
5 |
| As bringing home the other day |
62-63 |
3 |
| |
63 |
|
| Come live with me, and be my love |
63 |
6 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
64-65 |
5 |
| When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me |
65-66 |
2 |
| O the days when I was young |
66 |
3 |
| How imperfect is expression |
67 |
3 |
| When Delia on the plains appears |
67-68 |
5 |
| As passing by a shady grove |
68-69 |
3 |
| Was I a shepherd's maid, to keep |
69 |
1 |
| As my cow I was milking just now in the vale |
69-70 |
4 |
| Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear |
70 |
2 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
71 |
3 |
| Stream that glides in mumurs by, The |
71-72 |
2 |
| Jetty locks, that careless break, The |
73 |
2 |
| Love's a pure, a sacred fire |
73 |
1 |
| As Jockey sat down by Jenny one day |
73-74 |
6 |
| Morn was fair, the month was May, The |
74-75 |
4 |
| Young Lubin was a shepherd boy |
75-76 |
6 |
| Fair Kitty, beautiful and young |
76-77 |
3 |
| Away, to the copse, away |
77-78 |
6 |
| Hark, away! 'tis the merry-ton'd horn |
78-79 |
4 |
| By moon-light on the green |
79-80 |
7 |
| Come chase all your pother, about this or that |
80-82 |
10 |
| Now the spring her sweets discloses |
82-83 |
3 |
| Lass of Patie's mill, The |
83-84 |
4 |
| When the sheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame |
84-85 |
9 |
| Summer it was smiling, all nature round was gay, The |
85-87 |
8 |
| It was upon a Lammas night |
87-88 |
4 |
| Where new-mown hay, on winding Tay |
88-89 |
3 |
| When trees did bud and fields were green |
89-90 |
4 |
| Down the burn, and thro' the mead |
90-91 |
3 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The |
91 |
3 |
| My daddie O was very good |
91-92 |
4 |
| As Jockey sat beneath a shade |
92-93 |
3 |
| It was summer, so softly the breezes were blowing |
94 |
6 |
| Blest as the immortal gods is he |
95 |
4 |
| Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes |
95-96 |
6 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year |
96-97 |
4 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The |
97-98 |
4 |
| Assist me, ye lads who have hearts void of guile |
98-99 |
5 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
99 |
3 |