| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
5-8 |
3 |
| Smiling dawn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
8-10 |
4 |
| Come all hands ahoy to the anchor (fl) |
10-13 |
6 |
| Wandering sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
14-16 |
2 |
| Farewell to Loch aber! And farewell my Jane (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Here beneath the willow sleepeth (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Lass of Peaties mill so bonny blythe & gay, The (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| One day I heard Mary say (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| My mam is no more and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Farewell dear Glenowen! Adieu to thy mountains (fl) |
26-28 |
4 |
| Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bowers (fl) |
29 |
2 |
| Flow thou regal purple stream tinted by the solar beam (fl) |
30-33 |
1 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
34-36 |
3 |
| Curtis was old Hodge's wife (fl) |
36-38 |
6 |
| Loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| When the sails catch the breeze (fl) |
41-43 |
3 |
| Come under my plaidy, the night's gaun to fa' (fl) |
43-46 |
6 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
46-48 |
5 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
49-51 |
5 |
| Now to pant on Thetis breast (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| Twas near a rock within a bay (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| Oh, ye who sleep on beds of down (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| When first I ken'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
59-61 |
5 |
| O Nanny wilt thou gang wi' me (fl) |
61-63 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
63 |
2 |
| To fair Fidel's grassy tomb (fl) |
64-65 |
6 |
| My Patie is a lover gay (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Lord! What care I for Mam or Dad (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| Let sons of slaughter shew their skill (fl) |
69-71 |
5 |
| In Carlow Town, there liv'd a lass (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| Poll dang it how d'ye do (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
78-81 |
6 |
| I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane (fl) |
82-84 |
5 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
84-86 |
3 |
| We bipeds made up of frail clay (fl) |
86-88 |
4 |
| By the side of a mountain (fl) |
89-91 |
3 |
| Her mouth with a smile devoid of all guile (fl) |
92-93 |
1 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart (fl) |
94-96 |
6 |
| Say have you seen my Arabel, the Caledonian maid (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| At the sign of the horse, old Spintext of course (fl) |
98-101 |
16 |
| Roys wife of Ald'valoch, Roys wife of Ald'valoch (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| World's a good thing, ah! How sweet and delicious (fl) |
104-107 |
4 |
| Tho far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
107-109 |
5 |
| Patrick O'Row is my name (fl) |
110-112 |
5 |
| On the lake of Killarney, I first saw the lad (fl) |
113-115 |
1 |
| O fortune how strangely thy gifts are rewarded (fl) |
116-119 |
9 |
| I that once was a ploughman a sailor am now (fl) |
120-123 |
4 |
| O whack! Cupid's a manikin (fl) |
124-125 |
2 |
| Grey-ey'd Aurora, in saffron array, The (fl) |
126-130 |
4 |
| Blyth young Bess to Jean did say (fl) |
131-133 |
7 |
| Hail! Columbia, Happy land (fl) |
134-136 |
4 |
| Lo! I quit my native skies (fl) |
137-138 |
4 |
| Will ye gang o'er the lee-rigg (fl) |
139-141 |
5 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
141-142 |
3 |
| From noise and folly let me flee (fl) |
142-143 |
4 |
| Blow blow thou winter wind (fl) |
144-145 |
2 |
| Cotchelin sat all alone (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| Jolly fac'd parson once happened to pop, A (fl) |
148-150 |
8 |
| Arrah, Peggy's my fancy, Judy or Nancy ne'er shall trapan me (fl) |
150-152 |
6 |
| Aid a sailor, kind Sirs, who once made it his glory (fl) |
152-154 |
3 |
| I'm a vot'ry of Bacchus, his godship adore (fl) |
154-157 |
3 |
| On azure-wove couches as the gods lay reclin'd (fl) |
158-160 |
6 |
| One Shakespear a bard and a poet of fame (fl) |
161-163 |
4 |
| Diogenes surly and proud (fl) |
164-166 |
7 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
167-168 |
4 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
169-173 |
7 |
| Come, come my jolly lads, the winds abaft (fl) |
173-175 |
3 |
| When the fancy stirring bowl wakes its world of pleasure (fl) |
175-177 |
4 |
| My name d'ye see is Tom Touch (fl) |
178-181 |
4 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
182-183 |
5 |
| In the tenth book of Job, which I now mean to quote (fl) |
184-190 |
16 |
| Ye gentlemen of Israel (fl) |
185 |
1 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
186 |
1 |
| Why Moses, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
186-187 |
1 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattl'd with fifty fair maids (fl) |
187 |
1 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
188 |
1 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
188 |
1 |
| Oh dear, what can the matter be (fl) |
189 |
1 |
| Now Joan we are married, and now let me say (fl) |
190-192 |
7 |