| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail godlike Washington! (fl) |
1-4 |
13 |
| Music, how pow'rful is thy charm! (fl) |
4-5 |
5 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
5-6 |
5 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend (fl) |
6-9 |
22 |
| Will ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion (fl) |
9-10 |
5 |
| On Etrick banks, in a summer's night (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
11-12 |
2 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
12-13 |
6 |
| Once more I'll tune the vocal shell (fl) |
13-14 |
5 |
| Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play (fl) |
14-15 |
5 |
| Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore (fl) |
15-16 |
5 |
| To arms! ye brave mortals, to arms! (fl) |
16 |
|
| By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay (fl) |
16-17 |
6 |
| At Totterdown-hill there dwelt an old pair (fl) |
18 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
19-20 |
8 |
| One morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
20-21 |
6 |
| Guardian angels now protect me (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Somehow my spindle I mislaid (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| When lav'rocks sweet. and yellow broom (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| How blest has my time been? what joys have I known (fl) |
26 |
5 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring (fl) |
26-28 |
5 |
| A courting I went to my love (fl) |
28 |
3 |
| Topsail shivers in the wind, The (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Pride of all nature was sweet Willy O, The (fl) |
29-30 |
5 |
| As bringing home the other day (fl) |
30-31 |
|
| Come, now, all ye social pow'rs (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| How happy a state does the miller possess (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| When trees did bud, and fields were green (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| One day I heard Mary say, How shall I leave thee? (fl) |
34 |
4 |
| Cobler ther was, and he liv'd in a stall, A (fl) |
35-36 |
7 |
| When Damon languish'd at my feet (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Merry may the maid be (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| My days have been so wondrous free (fl) |
38-39 |
8 |
| I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| As Jamie Gay gang'd blyth his way (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| I am a blade both free and easy (fl) |
41-42 |
5 |
| My Peggy is a young thing (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| Lawland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
43-44 |
7 |
| How blyth ilk morn was I to see (fl) |
44-45 |
8 |
| When innocence and beauty meet (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| Come live with me, and be my love (fl) |
46-47 |
6 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty fly (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| Adieu, ye jovial youths who join (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
48 |
5 |
| In infancy our days were blest (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The (fl) |
49-51 |
5 |
| I envy not the mighty great (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| Sure a lass in her bloom, at the age of nineteen (fl) |
53-54 |
5 |
| Let the tempest of war (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| My name's Ted Blarney I'll be bound (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| I once was a maiden as fresh as a rose (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| In good king Charles's golden days (fl) |
56-58 |
6 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
58-60 |
9 |
| Gently stir and blow the fire (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
61 |
2 |
| When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me (fl) |
61-62 |
2 |
| Since ev'ry charm on earth combin'd (fl) |
62 |
5 |
| When summer comes, the swains on Tweed (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Down the bourne and thro' the mead (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
64-65 |
4 |
| At the sign of the horse old Spintext of course (fl) |
65-67 |
16 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| O the days when I was young (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| Here's to the maid of bashful fifteen (fl) |
70 |
4 |
| In Jacky Bull, when bound from France (fl) |
70-71 |
2 |
| Amo amas (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| Sun from the east tips the mountains with gold, The (fl) |
72-73 |
5 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| Come, come my jolly lads (fl) |
74 |
2 |
| 'Twas I learn'd a pretty song in France (fl) |
75-76 |
5 |
| I've kiss'd and I've pratted with fifty fair maids (fl) |
76 |
4 |
| Return, enraptur'd hours (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| Since Kathleen has prov'd so untrue (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Dear Kathleen, you, no doubt (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| When Delia on the plain appears (fl) |
79 |
5 |
| Why Collin, must your Laura mourn [sic] (fl) |
80 |
3 |
| From the brook and the willow forsaking the plain (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| Why heaves my fond bosom, Ah! what can it mean (fl) |
81 |
3 |
| O'er desart plains and rushy meers [sic] (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| Adieu! ye verdant lawns and bow'rs (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| Beneath a green grove, a lovely swain (fl) |
83 |
4 |
| As passing by a shady grove (fl) |
84 |
3 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| And did you not hear of a jolly young waterman (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| Let grave divines preach up dull rules (fl) |
86-87 |
6 |
| Adieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains! (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Mars, attend (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| In a mouldring cave, where the wretched retreat (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| There was an old man, and though 'tis not common (fl) |
90-91 |
8 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The (fl) |
91-92 |
8 |
| Friendship to every willing mind (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| Says Plato why should man be vain? (fl) |
94 |
3 |
| Since love is the plan (fl) |
95 |
2 |
| Lovely nymph now cease to languish (fl) |
95-96 |
4 |
| Banish sorrow grief and folly (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| I delia's beauties would disclose (fl) |
97-98 |
9 |
| No shepherdess of all the plain (fl) |
99 |
4 |
| I sing the beauties that adorn (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| Hyla's the sweetest maid on earth (fl) |
100 |
6 |
| Let the gay ones and great (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| Last Valentine's day when bright phoebus shone clear (fl) |
101-102 |
6 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Were I as poor as wretch can be (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| All on the pleasant banks of Tweed (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| Lord! Sir, you seem mighty uneasy (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| Say, little foolish, fluttering thing (fl) |
106 |
1 |
| My Jockey is the blithest lad (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| Was I a shepherd's maid, to keep (fl) |
107 |
1 |
| My shepherd is gone away o'er the plain (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| Maidens, let your lovers languish (fl) |
109 |
3 |
| I'll sing of my lover all night and all gday (fl) |
109-110 |
6 |
| As my cow I was milking just now in the vale (fl) |
110-111 |
4 |
| From morning till night, and wherever I go (fl) |
111-112 |
5 |
| Lord, what care I for mam and dad? (fl) |
112 |
5 |
| Tho' prudence may press me (fl) |
113 |
|
| When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame (fl) |
113-114 |
5 |
| Summer it was smiling, nature round was gay, The (fl) |
114-116 |
4 |
| 'Twas in the dead of the night, soon after Jamie wed (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| When first my dear Laddie gade to the green hill (fl) |
117-118 |
3 |
| Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| That Jenny's my friend, my delight and my pride (fl) |
119-120 |
5 |
| Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear (fl) |
120 |
2 |
| Let the tempest of war (fl) |
120-121 |
2 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
121-122 |
7 |
| Wherever, I'm going, and all the day long (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| Sweet Sensibility! to every charm (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Of all the fine things that the gay celebrate (fl) |
124 |
4 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove (fl) |
125 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
126 |
3 |
| Ye virgins attend (fl) |
126-127 |
5 |
| Oh! the days when I was young! (fl) |
127-128 |
3 |
| Come, ye party jangling swains (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
129-130 |
5 |
| See the conquering hero comes (fl) |
132 |
2 |
| What a charming thing's a battle! (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Master I have, and I am his man, A (fl) |
131-132 |
6 |
| Hark! hark! sweet lass, the trumpet sounds (fl) |
132 |
4 |
| Go, tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies (fl) |
133 |
2 |
| I dreamt I saw a piteous sight (fl) |
133-134 |
|
| How oft, beneath yon artless bow'r (fl) |
134-135 |
4 |
| Eliza, once in propect fair (fl) |
135-16 |
8 |
| Your ancient bards, like rustic swains (fl) |
136-138 |
7 |
| Cease, tyrant of my flaming bosom, cease (fl) |
138 |
5 |
| When hope endears a lover's pain (fl) |
139 |
1 |
| When swallows lay their eggs in snow (fl) |
139 |
2 |
| As in the glowing noon of day (fl) |
139-140 |
4 |
| What is a poet, Sir? you, Sir? no Sir! (fl) |
140 |
3 |
| Hark! hark! o'er the plains what glad tumults we hear! (fl) |
141-142 |
5 |
| Well met, jolly fellows, well met (fl) |
142 |
2 |
| Oh! what pleasures will abound (fl) |
143 |
|
| Since you mean to hire for service (fl) |
143 |
3 |
| Man who in his breast contains, The (fl) |
143-144 |
4 |
| Little muses come and cry (fl) |
144 |
|
| Behold on the brow the leaves play in the breeze (fl) |
145-146 |
8 |
| My banks are all furnish'd with bees (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| Thou soft flowing Avon! by thy silver stream (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| Teach me, ye nine, to sing of tea (fl) |
148 |
2 |
| Farewell, the smoaky town, adieu (fl) |
148-149 |
4 |
| Few years ago, in the days of my Grannum, A (fl) |
149-150 |
3 |
| As Jockey was trudging the meadows so gay (fl) |
150-151 |
4 |
| As t'other day milking I sat in the vale (fl) |
151 |
5 |
| By the gayly circling glass (fl) |
152 |
2 |
| Come bustle, bustle, drink about (fl) |
152-153 |
7 |
| From Scotia's land he came (fl) |
153-154 |
2 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
154 |
9 |
| Dear heart! what a terrible life I am led! (fl) |
155-156 |
2 |
| How happy were my days till now! (fl) |
156 |
3 |
| Genteel is my Damon, engaging his air (fl) |
156-157 |
4 |
| In my pleasant native plains (fl) |
157 |
3 |
| When a youth commences love (fl) |
158-159 |
4 |
| Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm (fl) |
159 |
3 |
| Young Colin once courted Myrtilla the prude (fl) |
159-160 |
4 |
| I winna marry ony mon but Sandy o'er the lee (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion (fl) |
161 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee (fl) |
162 |
4 |
| When Flora o'er the garden stray'd (fl) |
162-163 |
2 |
| Let rakes and libertines, resign'd (fl) |
163 |
3 |
| One morning young Roger accosted me thus (fl) |
164 |
6 |
| O Sandy, why leav'st thy Nelly to mourn? (fl) |
165 |
4 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| Card invites, in crowds we fly, The (fl) |
166-167 |
4 |
| Says Damon to Phillis, suppose my fond eyes (fl) |
167 |
4 |
| Last time I came o'er the moor, The (fl) |
168-169 |
5 |
| That I might not be plagu'd with the nonsense of men (fl) |
169-170 |
6 |
| Was Nanny but a rural maid (fl) |
170 |
3 |
| Water parted from the sea (fl) |
171 |
2 |
| Well, well, sap no more (fl) |
171 |
2 |
| When I was a young one, what girl was like me? (fl) |
171-172 |
6 |
| With tuneful pipe and merry glee (fl) |
172-173 |
3 |
| You tell me I'm handsome, (I know not how true) (fl) |
173-174 |
3 |
| You've sure forgot, dear mother mine (fl) |
174 |
4 |
| Let poets praise the flow'ry mead (fl) |
175 |
3 |
| Ye Sylvan pow'rs that rule the plain (fl) |
175-177 |
6 |
| 'Twas at the break of day we spy'd (fl) |
177-178 |
4 |
| Patie is a lover gay (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| Sweet scented beau, and a simpering young cit, A (fl) |
179 |
3 |
| Jolly mortals, fill your glasses (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| When once I with Phillida stray'd (fl) |
180-181 |
|
| When blushes dyed the cheek of morn (fl) |
181-182 |
4 |
| In all mankind's promiscuous race (fl) |
182 |
|
| At the close of the day when the hamlet is still (fl) |
183-184 |
6 |
| 'Twas thus, by the glare of false science betray'd (fl) |
184 |
|
| When I wake with painful brow (fl) |
185-186 |
5 |
| When hated morning's light (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design (fl) |
187 |
2 |
| Adieu! the verdant lawns and bow'rs (fl) |
188 |
3 |
| My sweet pretty Mog, you're as soft as a bog (fl) |
188-189 |
3 |
| My dearest life, were thou my wife (fl) |
189-190 |
5 |
| Amidst a rosy bank of flowers (fl) |
190=191 |
4 |
| Now pleasure unbounded resounds o'er the plains (fl) |
191 |
2 |
| Thou rising sun whose gladsome ray (fl) |
191-192 |
7 |
| He that will not merry merry be (fl) |
192-193 |
|
| Do you hear, dear brother sportsmen, the sound of the horn (fl) |
193-194 |
4 |
| As I was ganging o'er the lee (fl) |
194-195 |
3 |
| My bonny sailor's won my mind (fl) |
195 |
3 |
| Leave kindred and friends sweet Betty (fl) |
196 |
3 |
| Young Thyrsis, the pride of the plain (fl) |
196-197 |
3 |
| Vain sorrows and cares shall no longer molest (fl) |
197-198 |
3 |
| In the woodbines pleasing shade (fl) |
198 |
2 |
| How sweetly the merry bells ring (fl) |
199 |
3 |
| O'er moorlands and mountains rude, barren, and bare (fl) |
200-201 |
4 |
| Distress me with those tears no more (fl) |
201 |
3 |
| Choice of three lovers I have, to be sure (fl) |
202 |
4 |
| There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee (fl) |
202-203 |
4 |
| Blow high blow low, let tempests tear (fl) |
203-204 |
4 |
| How happy's he, whoe'er he be (fl) |
204 |
3 |