| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Dear image of the maid I love (fl) |
7 |
4 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
8 |
5 |
| Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
9 |
3 |
| Twas within a mile of Edinburghtown (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| Oh! For a soft and balmy lip (fl) |
11 |
1 |
| Give me a large capacious bowl (fl) |
11 |
1 |
| Plutus alone on me bestow (fl) |
11 |
1 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| Woman is like to--but stay, A (fl) |
13-15 |
7 |
| Man is like to--but stay, A (fl) |
15-17 |
7 |
| When Britain with despotic sway (fl) |
17-18 |
6 |
| Friendship to every willing mind (fl) |
19-20 |
5 |
| Rose Tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
21-22 |
6 |
| Trust not man for he'll deceive you (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| Trust not woman, she'll beguile you (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
23-26 |
6 |
| Twas in the ev'ning of a wint'ry day (fl) |
26-27 |
6 |
| Cit much distress'd, A (fl) |
27-28 |
6 |
| Edward loves me, Clara cry'd (fl) |
29-30 |
5 |
| Since all are subject to vexation (fl) |
30-31 |
5 |
| Pretty maid, both kind and fair, A (fl) |
31-33 |
8 |
| What makes a modern gentleman (fl) |
33 |
1 |
| Is it because I love you more (fl) |
34-35 |
8 |
| As I lean'd o'er a gate one midsummer eve (fl) |
36 |
6 |
| Return, enraptur'd hours (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Ah! Where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Hark the din of distant war (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
5-6 [pg numbering starts again] |
6 |
| Hark! Hark! The joy inspiring horn (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| How sweet in the woodland, with fleet hound and horn (fl) |
7-8 |
2 |
| To Batchelors Hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
8-10 |
5 |
| Give round the word, dismount, dismount (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| Sprightly hotrn awakes the morn, The (fl) |
11-12 |
2 |
| See the dawn how it rises in golden aray [sic] (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| From the east breaks the morn (fl) |
13-15 |
5 |
| Sweet rosy morn peeps over the hills, The (fl) |
15 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Let the slave of ambition and wealth (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| Do you hear, brother sportsman, the sound of the horn (fl) |
17-18 |
2 |
| With hound and horn, each rosy morn (fl) |
18-19 |
5 |
| Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
19-21 |
6 |
| Hark, hark, from the woodlands, the loud swelling horn (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| Of horses and hounds who scud swift o'er the plain (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| Come away, come away, hark the sounds of the horn (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| Well met, brother sportsmen; what say'st to the morn (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| With early horn, salute the morn (fl) |
28 |
2 |
| Oh, think on my fate! Once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Be hush'd ye winds, wave not a leaf (fl) |
30-31 |
5 |
| Twas near a thickets calm retreat (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| One moon-shiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
32-35 |
7 |
| On April the first I set off like a fool (fl) |
35-38 |
8 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Glist'ning tear that virture shed, The (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Where the rising forest spreads (fl) |
40 |
2 |