| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| In Britain's isle---when freedom's name (fl) |
3-5 |
11 |
| Come. sisters of the tuneful train (fl) |
6 |
4 |
| 'Lorn genius of a weeping land! [sic] [=Forlorn?](fl) |
6-7 |
8 |
| How happy he, who sinks to rest (fl) |
7-8 |
6 |
| Hail godlike Washington (fl) |
8-11 |
13 |
| When Britain's tame, degenerate sons (fl) |
11-14 |
8 |
| Awake! ye sons of fame awake (fl) |
14-15 |
4 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
15-17 |
6 |
| To Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
17-18 |
6 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
19-21 |
10 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
21-23 |
6 |
| Of the ancients in speaking my soul you'll be after (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| 'Tis said we venturerous die hard, when we leave shore (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Come all hands ahoy to the anchor (fl) |
26-27 |
6 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul (fl) |
28-29 |
5 |
| In the down hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| Sainted shades, who dar'd to brave (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| To Bachelor's-Hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
34-36 |
5 |
| Through life's short journey passing (fl) |
36 |
4 |
| In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote (fl) |
36-40 |
12 |
| Bearing up to gain the port, And (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Why, Moses, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
38 |
2 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
38-39 |
2 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
39 |
1 |
| Oh dear, what can the matter be? (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| One moon-shiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
40-42 |
7 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
42-43 |
2 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| When Bibo went down to the regions below (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
46-47 |
6 |
| My heart is as honest, and brave as the best (fl) |
47-48 |
2 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| When lovers are too daring grown (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| When the fancy stirring bowl (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| When once the gods, like us below (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| One sweet May-morn in woody dale (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| Though far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
54 |
5 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
56 |
4 |
| Ma chere amie, my charming fair (fl) |
57 |
3 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land (fl) |
57-58 |
4 |
| Poets may sing of their Helicon streams (fl) |
59 |
5 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought (fl) |
60-62 |
9 |
| Columbians all, the present hour (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| When our great sires this land explor'd (fl) |
63-64 |
8 |
| Come hail the day, ye sons of mirth (fl) |
64-66 |
8 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O hail the great day (fl) |
66-67 |
5 |
| To the gods, who preside o'er the nations below (fl) |
67-68 |
8 |
| 'Lo! I quit my native skies (fl) |
69-71 |
4 |
| Whilst Europe is wrapt in the horrors of war (fl) |
71-72 |
7 |
| There's Ichabod has come to town (fl) |
72-75 |
10 |
| When our enemies rise and defiance proclaim (fl) |
75 |
2 |
| Great Washington, the hero's come (fl) |
76-77 |
12 |
| Come genius of our happy land (fl) |
77-78 |
5 |
| Life's as like as can be to an Irish Wake (fl) |
78-80 |
4 |
| When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood (fl) |
80-81 |
|
| I sing Columbia's nation's boast (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| When Freedom was banish'd from Greece and from Rome (fl) |
83 |
4 |
| This life is like a country dance (fl) |
84-85 |
5 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| I was, d' ye see, a waterman (fl) |
86-88 |
4 |
| Hibernia's sons, the patriot band (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| Our fathers left a race of kings (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs d' ye see (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| When Jack parted from me to plow the salt deep (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| What cheer my dear Poll---did'nt I tell you as how [sic] (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| Poor Jack, whose gay heart kept his spirits aloft (fl) |
93-94 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
95-96 |
7 |
| Turban'd Turk who scorns the world, The (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Say, have you in the village seen (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Faint and wearliy the way-worn traveller (fl) |
99 |
2 |
| While o'er Europe's fairest regions (fl) |
99-101 |
9 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Dear Tom this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| For Columbia, when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
103 |
4 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| My heart's soft emotion admits no disguise (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
105 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world around (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
106-107 |
2 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| When I was a younker, I was apprentic'd (fl) |
108 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
109 |
3 |
| Hail Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| Her mouth, with a smile (fl) |
111 |
2 |
| Our country is our ship, d' ye see (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
112-113 |
2 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
114 |
2 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
115-116 |
2 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
116-117 |
5 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
117-119 |
7 |
| At dead of night,, the hour when courts (fl) |
119-120 |
4 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
120-121 |
4 |
| Of a' the airs the win' can blaw, I dearly like the west (fl) |
121-122 |
6 |
| Though oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
122-123 |
3 |
| Yes, Beda...thus Beda, when I melancholly grow (fl) |
123-124 |
6 |
| Fond husband will, after a conjugal strife, A (fl) |
124 |
4 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O! (fl) |
124-126 |
6 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| Down the burn and through the mead (fl) |
127-128 |
3 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
128 |
3 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
129 |
4 |
| It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
129-130 |
6 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
130-131 |
6 |
| Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play (fl) |
131-132 |
5 |
| When lav'rocs sweet and yellow broom (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| Come now all ye social pow'rs (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
134-135 |
5 |
| Leave off your foolish prating (fl) |
135 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
135-137 |
5 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
137-139 |
9 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair (fl) |
139-140 |
4 |
| At Totterdown hill there dwelt an old pair (fl) |
140-141 |
4 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The (fl) |
141 |
4 |
| Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The (fl) |
142-143 |
5 |
| In Jacky Bull, when bound from France (fl) |
143 |
2 |
| Amo Amas, I love a lass (fl) |
143-144 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
144-145 |
3 |
| Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The (fl) |
145-146 |
6 |
| Gallants attend and hear a friend (fl) |
146-149 |
22 |
| Ah! soldiers of Britain, your merciless doings (fl) |
149-151 |
6 |
| From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise (fl) |
151-152 |
4 |
| Ye gents, give ear to me I pray (fl) |
152-153 |
6 |
| Songs of shepherds and rustical roundelays (fl) |
154-155 |
7 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
155-156 |
3 |
| What pleasures can compare (fl) |
156-157 |
5 |
| 'Twas at the break of day we spy'd (fl) |
157-158 |
4 |
| Rose Tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
158-160 |
6 |
| Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A (fl) |
160-161 |
6 |
| Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger (fl) |
161-162 |
5 |
| Some women take delight in dress (fl) |
162-163 |
4 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
163 |
4 |
| I am a brisk young lively lass (fl) |
164-165 |
5 |
| As cross the field the other morn (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
166-167 |
4 |
| No longer let kings and base princes decree (fl) |
167 |
4 |
| Ye sons of France, awake to glory (fl) |
167-168 |
4 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
169 |
3 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
169-170 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
170-172 |
4 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
172-174 |
3 |
| Spring time returns, and cloaths the green plains, The (fl) |
174-175 |
4 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
175-176 |
4 |
| As on a lonely hill I stray'd (fl) |
176-177 |
4 |
| Though distant far from Jessy's charms (fl) |
177-178 |
5 |
| On the cliffs of the Andes, where virtue once reign'd (fl) |
178-179 |
10 |
| Cease, ye fountains, cease to murmur (fl) |
180-181 |
8 |
| From Susquehannah's utmost springs (fl) |
181-182 |
14 |
| Arise ye generous youths of France (fl) |
183-185 |
8 |
| To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe (fl) |
185-186 |
3 |
| Let ev'ry pagan muse begone (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
187 |
3 |
| Young Myra is fair as spring's early flower (fl) |
188 |
5 |
| Friendship to ev'ry willing mind (fl) |
188-189 |
5 |
| If to force me to sing it be your intention (fl) |
190-191 |
7 |
| Hail! America hail! unrival'd in fame (fl) |
191-192 |
5 |
| Happy, harmless, rural pair (fl) |
192 |
3 |
| Why should our joys transform to pain? (fl) |
193-194 |
10 |
| John Anderson, my joe, John, I wonder what you mean (fl) |
195-196 |
8 |
| Ae day a braw wooer came doon the lang glen (fl) |
196-197 |
8 |
| When January winds were blawing cauld (fl) |
197-199 |
7 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
199-200 |
3 |
| Come under my plaidy, the nights gaun to fa' (fl) |
200-201 |
12 |
| Sup of good whiskey will make you glad, A (fl) |
202-203 |
6 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
203-204 |
6 |
| Hail! Great Republic of the world (fl) |
204-205 |
6 |
| Why should we at our lots repine (fl) |
205-206 |
5 |
| It was Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky (fl) |
206-207 |
4 |
| Sweet-scented Beau, and a simp'ring young cit, A (fl) |
207-208 |
3 |
| E'er I had completed my seventeenth year (fl) |
208-209 |
3 |
| When the stroke of the woodman had ceas'd in the vale (fl) |
209-210 |
8 |
| Sometimes I'm a domini, I wear a black coat (fl) |
210-211 |
8 |
| Squire from Yorkshire in Dublin town did dwell, A (fl) |
211-213 |
9 |
| Of all the various caps which fir the heads of various people (fl) |
213-214 |
5 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
214-216 |
3 |
| Search all the world high and low (fl) |
216-218 |
7 |
| Lectur'd by Pa and Ma o'er night (fl) |
218-219 |
4 |
| From the east breaks the morn (fl) |
219-220 |
5 |
| In Charles the Second's merry days (fl) |
220-222 |
7 |
| Inspir'd by so grateful a duty (fl) |
222 |
2 |
| O yes, o yes, o yes! (fl) |
223-224 |
3 |
| Table clear'd, the wine was brought, The (fl) |
224-225 |
4 |
| In danger's hour, when our haughty foes (fl) |
225-226 |
3 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
226-227 |
3 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
227-228 |
6 |
| To-morrow's a cheat, let's be merry to day (fl) |
229 |
3 |
| I'ze kilt my coats, my legs aboon (fl) |
229-230 |
4 |
| Mulrooney's my name, I'm a comical fellow (fl) |
230-231 |
3 |
| Jack Junk was a tar who could tether his tack (fl) |
231-232 |
3 |
| When from Dublin to London I came (fl) |
232-233 |
4 |
| 'Twas Phelim of Doldrum the sense to reveal him (fl) |
232-234 |
4 |