| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
13-15 |
3 |
| Daddy Neptune one day to freedom did say (fl) |
15-18 |
8 |
| Why, fair maid, in evry feature (fl) |
19-21 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad in his grave (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
23-25 |
3 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
25-27 |
5 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
28-30 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
31-32 |
2 |
| Not drunk, nor yet sober, but brother to both (fl) |
33-35 |
7 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose! (fl) |
35-37 |
4 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's form (fl) |
38-40 |
4 |
| Ned Flint was lov'd by all the ship (fl) |
40-42 |
3 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
43-45 |
4 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
45-47 |
3 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
47-50 |
3 |
| Village hind with toil had done, The (fl) |
51-53 |
4 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| Ah, where can fly my soul's true love? (fl) |
56-57 |
2 |
| Did ever swain a nymph adore (fl) |
58-60 |
7 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart (fl) |
61-63 |
6 |
| On the Lake of Killarney I first saw the lad (fl) |
64-66 |
1 |
| Adieu ye streams that smoothly flow (fl) |
66-68 |
2 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought (fl) |
69-73 |
9 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
74-77 |
3 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The (fl) |
78-79 |
2 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| Too soon my dearest Sophia (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs, do ye see (fl) |
84-87 |
4 |
| Oh think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
90-91 |
2 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
92-94 |
3 |
| 'Twas past meridian half past four (fl) |
94-97 |
6 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
101-102 |
7 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
103-106 |
8 |
| Anacreon they say was a jolly old blade (fl) |
106-108 |
6 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
109-111 |
3 |
| 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars shone (fl) |
112-114 |
5 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
115-118 |
4 |
| For England when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
118-120 |
3 |
| Let ev'ry pagan muse begone (fl) |
121-122 |
4 |
| On Afric's wide plains where the lion now roaring (fl) |
122-124 |
6 |
| Return enraptur'd hours, when Delia's heart was mine (fl) |
126-127 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sail'd the world all around (fl) |
128-130 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
131-133 |
3 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
133-135 |
6 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
135-139 |
4 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
140-143 |
6 |
| Since then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
143-145 |
3 |
| Ye mortals whom fancies and troubles perplex (fl) |
145-147 |
3 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
147-149 |
3 |
| See the course throng'd with gazers (fl) |
150-153 |
3 |
| Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bowers (fl) |
153-155 |
3 |
| Come, come my jolly lads, the wind's (fl) |
155-157 |
3 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| Her mouth, which a smile, devoid of all guile (fl) |
160-161 |
1 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
162-164 |
5 |
| O fortune how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
165-167 |
9 |
| By moonlight on the green, where lads and lasses stray (fl) |
168-170 |
3 |
| When William at eve meets me down at the stile (fl) |
170-171 |
2 |
| Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
172-176 |
1 |
| Let bards elate of Sue and Kate (fl) |
176-178 |
3 |
| Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly (fl) |
178-181 |
7 |
| I that once was a ploughman (fl) |
181-185 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
186-187 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in heav'n, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
188-191 |
6 |
| While Anacreon's chosen sons combine (fl) |
192-194 |
2 |
| Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
195198 |
7 |
| What virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove (fl) |
198-200 |
3 |
| When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing (fl) |
200-202 |
3 |
| When up the shrouds the sailor goes (fl) |
203-205 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
205-206 |
2 |
| I've plenty of lovers that sue me in vain (fl) |
207-209 |
3 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
210-211 |
3 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
212-213 |
2 |
| Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman (fl) |
213-215 |
3 |
| Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret (fl) |
215-217 |
5 |
| My name d'ye see's Tom Tough (fl) |
218-221 |
4 |
| Lectur'd by Pa and Ma o'er night (fl) |
221-224 |
5 |
| Walk in, walk in each beau and belle (fl) |
224-228 |
4 |
| Lady in fair Seville City, who once fell in love very deep (fl) |
228-230 |
2 |
| Since truth has left the shepherd's tongue (fl) |
230-231 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm reclining (fl) |
232-234 |
4 |
| Oh! The moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
234-236 |
3 |
| John Anderson, my Jo, John (fl) |
236-238 |
7 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
239-240 |
3 |
| Fairist of the virgin train, that trip it o'er the magic plain (fl) |
241-242 |
6 |
| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The (fl) |
243-244 |
2 |
| With an honest old friend and a merry old song (fl) |
244-245 |
3 |
| Ye wealthy and proud, while in splendor ye roll (fl) |
245-247 |
3 |
| Oh! Where? And oh, where is your Highland laddie gone? (fl) |
248-249 |
4 |
| Sweet is the ship that, under sail (fl) |
250-252 |
10 |
| 'Twas a beautiful night, and the stars they shone bright (fl) |
253-255 |
3 |
| Jean Frog from Calais cringing came (fl) |
255-257 |
5 |
| On the green banks of Shannon, when Shelah was nigh (fl) |
258-259 |
6 |
| World's a good thing, ah, how sweet and delicious, The (fl) |
260-262 |
4 |
| Say, will you leave your village cot (fl) |
263-264 |
3 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
265-266 |
3 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
266-268 |
3 |
| Pretty little feather'd fellow, why so far from land dost rove (fl) |
268-270 |
3 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sate (fl) |
270-273 |
4 |
| Since Zeph'rus first tasted the charms of coy Flora (fl) |
274-277 |
4 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
278-279 |
2 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
280-282 |
4 |
| Breeze was hush'd, a star was prone (fl) |
283-284 |
4 |
| When Lucy was kind, and love play'd in her eyes (fl) |
285-286 |
3 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The (fl) |
286-288 |
10 |