| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail Columbia, happy land (fl) |
1-2 |
4 |
| Hail great republic of the world! (fl) |
3-4 |
6 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
5 |
2 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O (fl) |
6-8 |
6 |
| Come gie's a sang, the laddie cry'd (fl) |
8-10 |
6 |
| To Anacreon in heav'n, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
11-13 |
6 |
| Aurora now summons the lads of the course (fl) |
13-14 |
5 |
| Hark, away! 'tis the merry-ton'd horn (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| While, pensive, I thought on my love (fl) |
15 |
2 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
16 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship that's under sail (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| From prudence let my joys take birth (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Bankrupt in trade, fortune frowning on shore, A (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Why should life in sorrow be spent (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| Gloomy night before us flies, The (fl) |
22-24 |
14 |
| Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair (fl) |
24 |
2 |
| In concert join, each soul that loves (fl) |
25-26 |
7 |
| O, Logie of Buchan; O, Logie, the Laird (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| Fair lady, though low is our cot in the vale (fl) |
27-28 |
2 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
28-29 |
5 |
| O, pray bestow your charity (fl) |
29-30 |
5 |
| Ye sportsmen for pleasure and exercise born (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Oh, where, and oh where Is your Highland laddie gone? (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Oh, where, and oh where Doth your own true love stray? (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little sarvice (fl) |
33-35 |
4 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant and jolly (fl) |
35-37 |
4 |
| Attention pray give, while of Hobbies I sing (fl) |
37-39 |
7 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Rose that weeps with morning dew, The (fl) |
42 |
2 |
| [Near yonder cot upon the moor] (fl) |
43 |
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| [While I hang on your bosom] (fl) |
44 |
|
| 'Twas Monday morn, the smiling day (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| Whistling ploughman hails the blushing dawn, The (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| Murm'ring brooks, the fanning breeze, The (fl) |
47-48 |
5 |
| Water parted from the sea (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
49 |
6 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
52 |
2 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
52 |
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| [At sixteen years old you could get little good of me] (fl) |
[54-55] |
4 |
| Let us love, and drink our liquor (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| My jovial friends, with social glee (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| When fortune doth frown (fl) |
56-58 |
8 |
| My mam is no more and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
58 |
3 |
| You may sing of your waggoners, ploughboys and watchmen (fl) |
59-61 |
4 |
| When May-day buds on fields were seen (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| Sweetly, sweetly, let's enjoy (fl) |
62 |
1 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
63 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
64-65 |
6 |
| One sweet May morn, in Woodly Dale (fl) |
65-66 |
5 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
67 |
4 |
| Here a sheer-hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| Forget me not, when friends and fortune smiling (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| My love's a vessel trim and gay (fl) |
70-71 |
4 |
| I winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lea (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Major Domo am I (fl) |
72 |
3 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean (fl) |
73 |
3 |
| Honest tar, and fresh from sea, An (fl) |
[74] |
5 |
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[75] |
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| [Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube] (fl) |
[76-77] |
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| Mark, my love, yon broke-up soldier (fl) |
77 |
4 |
| Hail, Columbia, happy land (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Farewell to Columbia, thou dear shore, adieu! (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| Her mouth, with a smile (fl) |
81 |
2 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
81 |
2 |
| When William at eve meets me down at the stile (fl) |
82 |
2 |
| When rosy morn appearing (fl) |
82 |
4 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
83 |
3 |
| Assist me ye lads, who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
84 |
5 |
| O, listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| Of horns, and of echos that through the wood ring (fl) |
85-86 |
5 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
87 |
3 |
| Dear sir, this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| Since God speed the plough, is the word of the day (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
90 |
2 |
| When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars (fl) |
91 |
6 |
| I'm once more return'd to my own native shore (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Kit Cumile talks of his high-fashion'd joys (fl) |
92 |
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| [Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The] (fl) |
[93] |
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| [Yes, Yes, be merciless, thou tempest dire] (fl) |
[94] |
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| Sleep you, or wake you, lady bright? (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| For tenderness form'd, in life's early day (fl) |
96 |
3 |
| Lawland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
97-98 |
7 |
| Kiss that he gave me. when he left me behind, The (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and fair, The (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| How kind and how good of his dear majesty (fl) |
100 |
4 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| Go, dropping rose, by heat oppress'd (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| When Edward first heard Poll of Plymouth was dead (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| Morn returns in saffron drest, The (fl) |
103 |
1 |
| Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
104 |
5 |
| Swelling canvas caught the breeze, The (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| [Henry cull'd the flowret's bloom] (fl) |
[105] |
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| [Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature] (fl) |
[106] |
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| [O'er the gloomy woods resounding] (fl) |
[107] |
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| Ev'ning of a summer's day, The (fl) |
[108] |
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| [Whilst with village maids I stray] (fl) |
[108] |
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| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
109-111 |
9 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
111 |
1 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul (fl) |
112-113 |
5 |
| Hark! the bonny Christ Church bells (fl) |
113 |
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| Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The (fl) |
114 |
4 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
115 |
3 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
116 |
4 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
117-119 |
3 |
| Hence with care, complaint and frowning (fl) |
119 |
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| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
120-121 |
5 |
| From north to south, from east to west (fl) |
121 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
123-125 |
5 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
125 |
3 |
| You all must have heard of the learned pig (fl) |
126-128 |
7 |
| Lark's shrill note awakes the morn, The (fl) |
128 |
1 |
| Would you taste the noon-tide air (fl) |
129 |
4 |
| Sun from the east tips the mountains with gold, The (fl) |
129-130 |
5 |
| Wherever I'm going, and all the day long (fl) |
131 |
4 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
132-133 |
5 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true-love (fl) |
133 |
2 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
134-135 |
4 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
136 |
3 |
| Wha wadna be in love (fl) |
137-138 |
5 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
138 |
2 |
| 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars (fl) |
139-140 |
5 |
| How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn (fl) |
140 |
2 |
| From night to morn I take my glass (fl) |
141 |
3 |
| By the gaily circling glass (fl) |
141 |
2 |
| When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me (fl) |
142 |
2 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labor opprest (fl) |
142-143 |
4 |
| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| Says Plato---why should man be vain (fl) |
144 |
3 |
| [Well, here I am; and what of that?] (fl) |
[145] |
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| [Old Orpheus play'd so well, 'tis said] (fl) |
[146-147] |
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| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
147 |
3 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| When stranded on some desart coast (fl) |
149-150 |
4 |
| Ma Cher Ami, my charming fair (fl) |
150 |
3 |
| Mon cher ami, ami tres cher (fl) |
151 |
3 |
| Jolly mortals, fill your glasses (fl) |
151 |
3 |
| This life is like a country-dance (fl) |
152-153 |
4 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
154 |
3 |
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[155] |
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| [Night o'er the world her curtain hung] (fl) |
[156] |
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| |
[157] |
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| [O, dearly do I love to rove] (fl) |
[158] |
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| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
159-161 |
6 |
| Glass is good and a lass is good, A (fl) |
161-162 |
5 |
| Great news! great news! I'm hither sent (fl) |
162-163 |
3 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
163-164 |
3 |
| Near yonder cliff there stands a cot (fl) |
164 |
2 |
| |
[165] |
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| [To ease his heart and own his flame] (fl) |
[166] |
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| What ills my infant days await (fl) |
167 |
4 |
| Since then I 'm doom'd, this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
168 |
2 |
| I am a brisk young sprightly lad (fl) |
168-169 |
4 |
| On yonder stile, let's sit awhile (fl) |
169-170 |
2 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
170-171 |
3 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair (fl) |
171 |
4 |
| While up the shroud the sailor goes (fl) |
172 |
3 |
| Banish sorrow, grief, and folly (fl) |
172 |
|
| [How imperfect is expression] (fl) |
[173] |
|
| [Ma belle coquette, ah, why disdain] (fl) |
[174-175] |
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| 'Twas in the ev'ning of a wint'ry day (fl) |
175-176 |
6 |
| If innocence on earth e'er dwelt (fl) |
176-177 |
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| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
177 |
4 |
| Ask if yon damask rose be sweet (fl) |
178 |
3 |
| Adieu to the village delights (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| Hast thou forgot the oak that throws (fl) |
179 |
2 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
180 |
3 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
181 |
3 |
| I'm lonesome since left the hill (fl) |
182-183 |
4 |
| Ye maidens all, come pity me (fl) |
183-184 |
5 |
| Stay, traveller, tarry here to-night (fl) |
184-185 |
5 |
| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The (fl) |
185-186 |
2 |
| Of all dat shtrive, to live and thrive (fl) |
186 |
4 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
187-189 |
5 |
| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun (fl) |
189-190 |
4 |
| 'Twas in the good ship Rover (fl) |
190-191 |
4 |
| Rest awhile, disabl'd soldier (fl) |
191-192 |
3 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
192-193 |
3 |
| Oh, the hours I've past in the arms of my dear (fl) |
193 |
3 |
| In the midst of the sea, like a tough man of war (fl) |
194-195 |
5 |
| Come, all hands, ahoy, to the anchor (fl) |
196-197 |
6 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
197-198 |
4 |
| Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing (fl) |
198-199 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
199-200 |
3 |
| Now listen, my friends, to an old dog's new story (fl) |
200-202 |
7 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
202-203 |
3 |
| I have look'd into life, and with truth I can say (fl) |
203-204 |
6 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
205 |
3 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl (fl) |
206 |
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| [Life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows] (fl) |
[207] |
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[208] |
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[209] |
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| [On Richmond hill there lives a lass] (fl) |
[210-211] |
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| Bold Jack the sailor, here I come (fl) |
211-212 |
5 |
| Blow, blow, thou winter's wind (fl) |
213 |
2 |
| This bottle's the sun of our table (fl) |
213 |
2 |
| Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak (fl) |
214 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
214-215 |
3 |
| Zeno, Plato, Aristotle (fl) |
215 |
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| When first I slipp'd my leading strings, to please her little Poll (fl) |
216 |
4 |
| [Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed] (fl) |
[217] |
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[218] |
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| Flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, A (fl) |
219 |
2 |
| 'Tis said we vent'rous die-hards (fl) |
220-221 |
3 |
| Gallant sailor ploughs the deep, The (fl) |
221-222 |
3 |
| Taste life's glad moments (fl) |
222-223 |
8 |
| In the world's crooked path where I've been (fl) |
224 |
3 |
| Tho' prudence may press me (fl) |
224 |
2 |
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[225] |
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| [Guardian angels, now protect me] (fl) |
[226] |
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| [Near bow'ry Richmond, Thames's pride] (fl) |
[227] |
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| [To speer my love, wi glances fair] (fl) |
[228] |
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| [Soft Zephyr, on thy balmy wing] (fl) |
[229] |
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| [Sweet, sweet at the close of the day] (fl) |
[230] |
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| [Over the mountains, and over the moor] (fl) |
[230] |
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| [Hence, dull care, you and I will ne'er agree] (fl) |
[231] |
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| [Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion] (fl) |
[232] |
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| [World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The] (fl) |
[232] |
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| Come, all ye sons of song (fl) |
233-234 |
5 |
| While o'er the raging, roaring seas (fl) |
234 |
2 |
| Oh, if I had in the clear (fl) |
235-236 |
3 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid (fl) |
237-238 |
5 |
| On, on my dear brethren, pursue your great lecture (fl) |
238-239 |
7 |
| Let masonry be now my theme (fl) |
239-240 |
4 |
| Grant me, kind heav'n what I request (fl) |
240-241 |
4 |
| Ye brethren of the ancient craft (fl) |
241-242 |
4 |
| With plumb, level and square (fl) |
242-243 |
5 |
| It is my duty to obey (fl) |
244-245 |
5 |
| 'Tis Masonry unites mankind (fl) |
245-246 |
7 |
| Come, let us prepare (fl) |
247-248 |
7 |
| Unto thee, great God, belong (fl) |
248 |
3 |
| [Trade of a mason's a good moral school, The] (fl) |
[249] |
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[250] |
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| [Hail, masonry, divine] (fl) |
[251] |
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[252] |
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| Ye thrice happy few, whose hearts have been true (fl) |
253-254 |
7 |