| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Diogenes, surly and proud (fl) |
82-83 |
5 |
| If love's a sweet passion, why does it torment? (fl) |
84-85 |
7 |
| All in the bay the fleet lay moor'd (fl) |
85-86 |
7 |
| Where is sweet William, where is my dear (fl) |
87-88 |
7 |
| Mankind all get drunk, ake and womankind too (fl) |
88-91 |
8 |
| Hark, the din of distant war (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Ianthe the lovely, the joy of her swain (fl) |
92-94 |
5 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Cathleen dear (fl) |
95 |
1 |
| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The (fl) |
95 |
2 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
97 |
5 |
| There was a jolly miller once (fl) |
98-99 |
7 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| In pursuit of some lambs from my flocks that stray'd (fl) |
100-101 |
6 |
| Tho' I'm a very little lad (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Buy my matches, ye maids, I have matches for all (fl) |
102-103 |
5 |
| For our country when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Some women take delight in dress (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
105 |
3 |
| In the dead of the night, when, with labor opprest (fl) |
106 |
6 |