| Short Title |
Baltimore Miscellany, 1804
|
| Title |
Baltimore Musical Miscellany, The
|
| Pages |
198
|
| Publisher |
Sower & cole, Samuel Butler
|
| Location |
DLC, MdHi, MWA, RPB/0AoA, Rdx MF 5767,5768,7916
|
| Date |
1804
|
| Place |
Baltimore
|
| Data Place |
Rdx S05767
|
| Comments |
Musical notation or reference to.
|
| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Oh! The moment was sad when my love & I parted (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| With my jug in my hand (fl) |
20-21 |
2 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| John Anderson my Joe John (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| O think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in heav'n where he sat in full glee (fl) |
26-29 |
6 |
| When Bibo went down to the regions below (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
30-31 |
2 |
| Never til now I felt love's smart (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Tell me babbling echo why (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| In the dead of the night when with labor opprest (fl) |
34-35 |
5 |
| At the dead of the night, when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| Who has e'er been in London (fl) |
37-39 |
11 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Why fair maid in ev'ry feature (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| O'er the gloomy woods resounding (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| There was an Irish lad who lov'd a cloister'd Nun (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| O listen to the voice of love (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Boat, a boat, to cross the ferry, A (fl) |
48 |
1 |
| Hail Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| Alone on the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
50-52 |
3 |
| For England when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| My sev'nteenth year scarce over (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| Silver Moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Twas within a mile of Edinboro (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Ye men of trade or fortune (fl) |
62-64 |
4 |
| Our country is our ship (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Let bards elate with Sue & Kate (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see (fl) |
68-71 |
4 |
| What cheer my dear Poll--didn't I tell you as how (fl) |
71-73 |
4 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
73-77 |
1 |
| O where tell me where is your Highland laddie gone? (fl) |
78-79 |
6 |
| Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
80-82 |
6 |
| One sweet May morn, in woody dale (fl) |
82-83 |
5 |
| When morn's approach had banish'd night (fl) |
84 |
3 |
| Decks were clear'd, the gallant band, The (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
86-87 |
6 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
88-90 |
5 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
91-93 |
8 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
94-97 |
9 |
| Now the rage of battle ended (fl) |
97-99 |
7 |
| Since Zeph'rus first tasted the charms of coy Flora (fl) |
100-103 |
4 |
| Sup of good whiskey will make you glad, A (fl) |
103-105 |
6 |
| Fashion was form'd when the world began (fl) |
105-106 |
6 |
| Turban'd Turk who scorns the world, The (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely (fl) |
109-111 |
4 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
112-114 |
4 |
| At the foot of yon mountain (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| In storms when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| Tis said we vent'rous die hards (fl) |
118-120 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
121-124 |
10 |
| Hark, the din of distant war (fl) |
124-126 |
3 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
127-129 |
8 |
| To Batchelor's Hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
129-132 |
5 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
133-135 |
3 |
| Life's like a ship, in constant motion (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| Twas on the twenty first of June (fl) |
140-142 |
3 |
| In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
143-144 |
5 |
| Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
145-147 |
7 |
| Of the ancients its speaking my soul (fl) |
148-149 |
5 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
150-155 |
12 |
| Fine songsters apologies to often use [sic] (fl) |
155-157 |
9 |
| Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
158-161 |
1 |
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
162-164 |
9 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
165-166 |
5 |
| Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars (fl) |
167-169 |
5 |
| O send Lewis Gordon hame, and the lad I winna name (fl) |
169-170 |
4 |
| Our immortal poet's page tells us all the world's a stage (fl) |
170-174 |
8 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
175-176 |
4 |
| Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon (fl) |
177-178 |
4 |
| Dear sir this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
181 |
4 |
| Come listen ev'ry lord and lady (fl) |
182-187 |
14 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe (fl) |
187-189 |
1 |
| When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars (fl) |
190-191 |
6 |
| If life is a bubble (fl) |
192-193 |
5 |
| In a mouldering cave where the wretched retreat (fl) |
194-196 |
4 |
| Ere around the huge oak (fl) |
196-196 |
3 |
| On that lone bank where Lubin dy'd (fl) |
197-198 |
2 |