| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Bright God of day drew westward away, The (fl) |
13-14 |
5 |
| When William at eve meets me down at the stile (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Alone as I walked one fine summer's morning (fl) |
15-18 |
11 |
| Tho' far beyond those mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
19-20 |
5 |
| As I was a walking to take the fresh air (fl) |
20-22 |
5 |
| When my money was all gone, I had gain'd in the wars (fl) |
22-23 |
6 |
| Push about the brisk glass, I proclaim him an ass (fl) |
23-24 |
7 |
| I'll sing you a song, faith I'm singing it now here (fl) |
24-26 |
6 |
| Now listen my friends, to an old dog's new story (fl) |
26-27 |
7 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
28-29 |
5 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, & the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
30-31 |
7 |
| When first I kenn'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The (fl) |
33-34 |
10 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
34-36 |
3 |
| I am a brisk young lively lass (fl) |
37-38 |
5 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Down by one shady grove, one day I chanc'd to rove (fl) |
40-41 |
5 |
| Come all you young fellows that love to be mellow (fl) |
41-43 |
4 |
| Wherever I'm going, and all the day long (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| You know I'm your priest, and your conscience is mine (fl) |
44-45 |
5 |
| Why heaves my troubled breast with sighs (fl) |
46-48 |
3 |
| Adieu ye tender visions of delight (fl) |
48-49 |
6 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (fl) |
51-52 |
6 |
| Oh! Nanny wilt thou gang with me (fl) |
52-54 |
4 |
| O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare (fl) |
55-57 |
4 |
| John Anderson my Joe, John (fl) |
57-58 |
6 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Forever Fortune wilt thou prove (fl) |
62 |
2 |
| 'Twas in the good ship Rover (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| Say beautious cause of all my woe (fl) |
65 |
2 |
| Why are we fond of toil and care (fl) |
66 |
4 |
| From morn till night I take my glass (fl) |
67 |
2 |
| Could you to battle march away (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
69-70 |
5 |
| Cupid sent on a message one ev'ning by Venus (fl) |
70-71 |
8 |
| Come haste to the wedding ye friends and ye neighbors (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| As I one day where winding Tay (fl) |
73-75 |
3 |
| 'Twas early on a holiday (fl) |
75-76 |
6 |
| Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| For various purpose serves the fan (fl) |
78 |
2 |
| 'Twas o'er high hills and lofty mountains (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| But are you sure the news is true (fl) |
80-82 |
9 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| Sweet were those joys I tasted (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| As Murphy Delancy so funny and frisky (fl) |
84-85 |
4 |
| As thro' the grove the other day (fl) |
86-87 |
3 |
| Too plain, dear youth, those tell-tale eyes (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| Mason's daughter fair and young, A (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Ye lads of true spirit pay courtship to Claret (fl) |
90-91 |
5 |
| Beauteous Starling late I saw, A (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| Come brother bucks and I'll tip you a song (fl) |
93-94 |
6 |
| In a chariot of light, from the regions of day (fl) |
95-97 |
5 |
| Conven'd we're met my jovial souls (fl) |
97-99 |
7 |
| O nightingale best poet of the grove (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| I was, d' ye see, a waterman (fl) |
101-104 |
4 |
| Since times are so hard, I'll tell you my sweet heart (fl) |
104-107 |
14 |
| Tell me my lovely shepherd where (fl) |
107-108 |
2 |
| Hail! brother Masons hail! (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| Cease a while ye winds to blow (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| On yonder high mountain a castle doth stand (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
113-114 |
7 |
| One morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
115 |
6 |
| Let's be jovial fill our glasses (fl) |
116 |
4 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
117 |
5 |
| Some say women are like the seas (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Shall I, wasting in despair (fl) |
119-121 |
3 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
121-122 |
4 |
| From Susquehannah's utmost springs (fl) |
123-125 |
14 |
| How sweet in the woodland with fleet hound and horn (fl) |
126 |
2 |
| Sleep, thou leaden lazy God (fl) |
127-129 |
6 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
131 |
4 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| Banish sorrow! grief is folly (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| Guardian Angels now protect me (fl) |
134-135 |
4 |
| Ye delicate lovelies with leave I maintain (fl) |
136-137 |
5 |
| In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote (fl) |
138-144 |
12 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
139 |
1 |
| Why Moses and Aaron, my boys (fl) |
140 |
2 |
| Beneath the honey suckle the daisy and the violet (fl) |
140-141 |
1 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
141 |
1 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
142 |
1 |
| Cease rude Boreas blust'ring railer (fl) |
142-143 |
1 |
| O that I had not then tak'n so sound a nap (fl) |
143-144 |
2 |
| Ye sons of France awake to glory (fl) |
145-146 |
4 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| What is beauty, but a flow'r (fl) |
149-150 |
3 |
| As walking forth to view the plain (fl) |
150-151 |
6 |
| Old Homer!---but what have we with him to do (fl) |
152-153 |
9 |
| 'Tis said we vent'rous die-hards, when we leave shore (fl) |
154-156 |
3 |
| On Richmond hill there lives a lass (fl) |
157-158 |
3 |
| Sages of old, and the learn'd of the day, The (fl) |
158-159 |
5 |
| When up the shrouds the sailor goes (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
162-163 |
2 |
| I Sing the British seaman's praise [sic] (fl) |
164-166 |
7 |
| When the fancy-stirring bowl (fl) |
166-167 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
168-169 |
8 |
| Now the happy knot is ty'd (fl) |
170-171 |
6 |
| Night her silent sable wore, The (fl) |
172-173 |
3 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
174 |
3 |
| Ye sluggards, who murder your lifetime in sleep (fl) |
175-176 |
3 |
| Welcome, welcome, brother debtor (fl) |
177-178 |
4 |
| When up to London first I came (fl) |
179-180 |
4 |
| Why does the sun dart forth his cheerful rays (fl) |
181-184 |
|
| Free from the bustle care and strife (fl) |
185-186 |
5 |
| Bright Sol is returned, the winter is o'er (fl) |
187-188 |
3 |
| In good King Charles's golden days (fl) |
189-191 |
6 |
| Lovely goddess, sprightly May (fl) |
191-193 |
6 |
| Young Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate (fl) |
193-194 |
3 |
| Fig for all your whining fluff, A (fl) |
195 |
2 |
| Alas, my heart! Alas, my heart! (fl) |
196-197 |
3 |
| What is't to us who guides the state? (fl) |
197-198 |
5 |
| World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The (fl) |
199-200 |
3 |
| British lion is my sign, The (fl) |
201-202 |
3 |
| Lock'd in my chest I've fifty pound (fl) |
203 |
3 |
| O see that form that faintly gleams (fl) |
204 |
2 |