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| When seated with Sall, all my messmates around (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
5-6 |
6 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
8-9 |
5 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| Hush ev'ry breeze, let mothing move (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
11-12 |
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| O listen, listen to the voice of Love (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| Sweet sung the lark, high pois'd in air (fl) |
12-13 |
6 |
| Poor Peggy lov'd a soldier lad (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| At dead of night, the hour when courts (fl) |
15-16 |
4 |
| One sweet May-morn, in woody dale (fl) |
16-17 |
5 |
| Stay, lady...stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
18-19 |
5 |
| When the forehead of Phoebus illumines the east (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Her mouth, with a smile (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| Gloomy night stalk'd slow away, The (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| When to man the distinguishing form (fl) |
22-23 |
2 |
| Why droops my Nan, and why those tears? (fl) |
23 |
2 |
| When fairies are lighted by night's silver queen (fl) |
23-24 |
2 |
| Since Zeph'rus first tasted the charms of coy Flora (fl) |
24-26 |
4 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| My dad was asleep in his old elbow chair (fl) |
28 |
2 |
| Ye balmy breezes gently blow (fl) |
28-29 |
2 |
| Wide over the tremulous sea (fl) |
29 |
3 |
| Softly sweet the minutes glide (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| When fair Eliza sweetly sings (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Such love as holy hermits bear (fl) |
31-32 |
2 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Would you hear a sad story of woe (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| Peasant in his humble cot, The (fl) |
35-36 |
2 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| When angry nations rush to arms (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| Dauntless sailor leaves his home, The (fl) |
38 |
3 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| My heart's soft emotions admit no disguise (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| Inspir'd by so grate[ful a duty] (fl) |
41 |
2 |
| From place to place I've travers'd long (fl) |
42 |
3 |
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42 |
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| 'Twas near a rock, within a bay (fl) |
42-43 |
8 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| [Where the rising forest spreads] (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
45-46 |
2 |
| Yes, yes, thank heaven, I broke my chain (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| Contentment lost, each other treasure (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| This strange emotion at my heart (fl) |
47 |
1 |
| Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true-love (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| Thro' life's short journey passing (fl) |
49-50 |
2 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
50 |
3 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
51 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
51-52 |
2 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
53-54 |
5 |
| To Batchelor's-Hall [we good fellows invite] (fl) |
55-56 |
5 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| Come all hands ahoy to the anchor (fl) |
57-59 |
6 |
| 'Tis said we venturous die hard, when we leave the shore (fl) |
59-61 |
3 |
| Of the ancients its speaking my soul you'd be after (fl) |
61-62 |
5 |
| To Anacreon in Heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
62-64 |
6 |
| In life's fair morn, a maiden gay (fl) |
64 |
2 |
| Day had descended the eve was serene, The (fl) |
65-66 |
10 |
| How happy were my days till now! (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| When I had scarcely told sixteen (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| Decks were clear'd. the gallant band, The (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| [Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The] (fl) |
69-70 |
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| Bird, that hears her nestlings cry, The (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| Our grotto was the sweetest place! (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
71 |
1 |
| Billet-doux, oh! did'st thou hear, The (fl) |
72 |
2 |
| From night till morn I take my glass (fl) |
72 |
2 |
| On Entick's green meadows, where innocence reigns (fl) |
73 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
74 |
3 |
| Ye streams, that round my prison creep (fl) |
74-75 |
2 |
| Descend, some warring angel (fl) |
75 |
3 |
| Say, have you in the village seen (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| Yes, Beda...thus Beda, when I melancholy grow (fl) |
78-79 |
5 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
79 |
3 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| Faint and wearliy the way-worn traveller (fl) |
80-81 |
2 |
| Sweet bird, that cheer'st the heavy hours (fl) |
81 |
2 |
| Whene'er I view the opening dawn (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
82-86 |
8 |
| Soft zephyr on thy balmy wing (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| Gentle swan, with graceful pride, The (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| How gaily roll'd the moments on (fl) |
87-88 |
9 |
| When first I ken'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
89 |
5 |
| While the lads of the village shall merrily ah (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| Goddess of war threw her spear on the ground, The (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Oh! the hours I have pass'd in the arms of my dear (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| I lock'd up all my treasure (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
93-94 |
4 |
| Let not rage, thy bosom firing (fl) |
94 |
2 |
| How sweet the rosy blush of morn (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad is in his grave (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Tell me thou soul of her I love (fl) |
96 |
4 |
| Heavy hours are almost past, The (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| Then, farewell my trim-built [wherry] (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| To Batchelor's Hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
99-100 |
5 |
| Assist me ye lads, who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
100-101 |
5 |
| You ask me, sweet maid, if my vows are sincere (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| My jovial friends with social glee (fl) |
102 |
3 |
| Busy crew the sails unbending, The (fl) |
102-103 |
5 |
| Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| With lowly suit and plaintive ditty (fl) |
106-1-7 |
2 |
| Sweet maid I hear thy frequent sigh (fl) |
107 |
3 |
| Oh! where, and oh! where is your Highland laddie gone (fl) |
108 |
4 |
| Adieu to delight for my charmer is gone (fl) |
108-109 |
2 |
| When Winter spreads her banner chill (fl) |
109 |
3 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
109-110 |
3 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
110-111 |
4 |
| To hear a sweet goldfinches sonnet (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted his chariot of day (fl) |
112-113 |
3 |
| Rose that weeps with morning dew, The (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| This life is like a country-dance (fl) |
113-115 |
4 |
| At the very best of houses where the best of people dine (fl) |
115-117 |
3 |
| When the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| Life's as like as can be to an Irish wake (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| To distant shores the breezy wind (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| Sweet is the ship, that under sail (fl) |
120-121 |
4 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
121-122 |
3 |
| Young Colin met me yester eve (fl) |
122 |
3 |
| Loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
123 |
4 |
| Go, tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies (fl) |
123-124 |
2 |
| Hark-away! hark-away, to the merry ton'd horn (fl) |
124 |
3 |
| Lone bird of eve, whose liquid throat (fl) |
124-125 |
4 |
| When Delia on the plain appears (fl) |
125 |
5 |
| Hark! the loud clarion's brazen throat (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| When first upon your tender cheek (fl) |
127-128 |
5 |
| Adieu! thou darling of my heart (fl) |
128 |
5 |
| Come buy of poor Kate, primroses I sell (fl) |
129 |
3 |
| Had I a heart with falshood fram'd [sic] (fl) |
129-130 |
2 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
130 |
3 |
| When blushes dyed the cheek of morn (fl) |
130-131 |
4 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
131-132 |
4 |
| As thro' the grove the other day (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| Why tarries my love, ah, why did he rove (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| Conflict's o'er, my love adieu (fl) |
134 |
2 |
| When the robber his victim has noted (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| Nymph that I love is as cheerful as day, The (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| As down on Banna'a banks I stray'd (fl) |
136-138 |
7 |
| Ah! Delia see the fatal hour (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| Dear Chloe, come give me sweet kisses (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| My Nancy, tho' thou can'st not boast (fl) |
140 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
141 |
2 |
| I am a brisk and sprightly lad (fl) |
141-142 |
4 |
| To the chace, to the chace, on the brow of the hill (fl) |
142 |
4 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
143 |
3 |
| Oh! see that form that faintly gleams (fl) |
143-144 |
2 |
| See down Eliza's blushing cheek (fl) |
144 |
4 |
| Gentle shepherds tell a stranger (fl) |
144-145 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship, that under sail (fl) |
145-146 |
4 |
| To distant shores the breezy wind (fl) |
146-147 |
4 |
| When little on the village green (fl) |
147 |
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