| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| With care I search'd the village round (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Ye lasses so gay, who now sport on the plain (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| To the Chace,To the Chace, on the brow of the hill (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| When Strephen appears, how my heart pit-a-pat (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| Fair Hebe, lovely Hebe's gone (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| No flower bloom so sweet as love (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| Balmy pledge of love sincere (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Our immortal page, tells us all the world's a stage (fl) |
11-14 |
8 |
| John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred (fl) |
14-17 |
8 |
| As bright as the morning the sons of the chace (fl) |
17-19 |
3 |
| Smooth as the limpid stream that strays (fl) |
19 |
2 |
| Wine, wine is the cordial that conquers despair (fl) |
20 |
4 |
| When May-scented zephyrs breathe gladness around (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Tom Careless was odd, like a genius, some say (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| No riches from his scanty store (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Rose that weeks with morning dew, The (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| Gentle love this hour brfriend me (fl) |
25 |
2 |
| In sultry climes long doom'd to roam (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Adieu to delight for my charmer is gone (fl) |
26-27 |
2 |
| When I have sax-pence [sic] under my thumb (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| Our country is our ship, d'ye see (fl) |
28-29 |
2 |
| Oh, what a sight it was to see (fl) |
29-30 |
2 |
| In love sick pain--in Italy's dear nation (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| Now friendship's arm rejects the shield (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| Ah what avail the busy care (fl) |
31-32 |
2 |
| Shepherd once had lost his love, A (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| Pretty Miss, Mamma's spoilt daughter (fl) |
33 |
5 |
| Sailor lov'd a lass, A (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| In former times, the silent bride (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| Soon as friendly night beneath (fl) |
35-36 |
2 |
| Ye streams that round my prison creep (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| Hark! Hark! the music (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Adieu, my Floreski, for ever (fl) |
38 |
2 |
| No threat, no persuasion, shall sway me (fl) |
38-39 |
4 |
| Descend, some warring angel (fl) |
39-40 |
2 |
| Sweet bird, that cheer'st the heavy hours (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| As the meteors course the sky (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| O happy hour what bliss I feel (fl) |
42 |
2 |
| While the moon beams all bright (fl) |
43-44 |
5 |
| When at Bellona's loud alarm (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| For America, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| In the land of Hibernia young pat drew his breath (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| I was pres'd, while a rowing so happy (fl) |
49-50 |
|
| Friendship to every willing mind (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| When our enemies rise and defiance proclaim (fl) |
52 |
2 |
| If truth can fix the wav'ring heart (fl) |
52-53 |
2 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Would you know true enjoyment, come list to my lay (fl) |
54 |
3 |
| Dear Clora, let love, while in soft wanton gales (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| Spread the flag and strike up with the fife and the drum (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| Why droops my Nan, and why those tears? (fl) |
58-59 |
2 |
| Eve her silver vestment wore, The (fl) |
59-60 |
4 |
| Sea-worn tar, who in the war, The (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Hark away, my brave boys, to the cry of the hounds (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| Whene'er I view the opening dawn (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Infant spring returns again, The (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| When spring returning decks the groves (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| When hoary frost hung on each thorn (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Sweet zephyr tho' midst rose-buds playing (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| Lovely woman, pride of nature (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Though Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl (fl) |
69-71 |
7 |
| Loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
71 |
4 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship unmoor'd (fl) |
72-73 |
6 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| When up the shrouds the sailor goes (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman: a sailor am now (fl) |
75-78 |
4 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
78-80 |
4 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other (fl) |
80 |
1 |
| How we're met like jovials fellows (fl) |
80-81 |
1 |
| Here, a sheet-hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| When my money was all gone that I gain'd in the wars (fl) |
83-84 |
6 |
| My bonny sailor's won my mind! (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Once I was blind, and could not see (fl) |
85-87 |
8 |
| Arise and sound the trurmpet, fame (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| When the fancy stirring bowl (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Flaxen-headed cow boy, A (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Ma chere amie, my charming fair (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| Oh, think on my fate! Once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
93-94 |
4 |
| Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
95-96 |
4 |
| John Bull, for pastime took a prance (fl) |
96-97 |
5 |
| Bless'd as th'immortal gods is he (fl) |
98 |
2 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
99-100 |
5 |
| Ah Chloe! Thou treasure, thou joy of my breast (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| Night scarce her mantle had withdrew (fl) |
102 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
106-108 |
3 |
| What Cato advises, most certainly wise is (fl) |
108 |
4 |