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Page |
Verses |
| 'Twas on the spot in ancient lore oft' named (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Summer and winter gliding past (fl) |
4-5 |
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| O, I first met the youth, who, to me came a wooing (fl) |
5 |
2 |
| Wipe the mirrors, chalk the floor (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Thrice welcome, signor, to the bowers of Savoy (fl) |
6 |
2 |
| Ah! mighty sir! if e'er your breast (fl) |
7 |
2 |
| For worms when old Bibo proved delicate [fare] (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| Friend of the wretch, who claims no other friend (fl) |
8 |
4 |
| Woodlands are ringing with hilloa ho! (fl) |
8-9 |
1 |
| Where the beech and pine embracing (fl) |
9 |
3 |
| Delighted Fancy hails the hour (fl) |
9 |
1 |
| Sweet myrtles and soft thornless roses (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| Skies are bathed in sunny light, The (fl) |
10 |
3 |
| I keep a snug inn by the side of the road (fl) |
11 |
2 |
| Road of life is rough, some say, The (fl) |
12 |
2 |
| I was born once at home when my mother was out (fl) |
12-13 |
8 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
14-15 |
7 |
| Albion! on thy fertile plain (fl) |
15-16 |
1 |
| My ship's my house, my home, my land (fl) |
16 |
2 |
| Your landsmens' wives with all their airs (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| In early youth, my Fanny's charms (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| Soft! do but listen! ev'ry word (fl) |
17-18 |
2 |
| Ye jolly man of war's men, where e're you chance to be (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| Ah, what was the charm that my bosom ensnar'd (fl) |
19 |
2 |
| Then I'll be married (fl) |
19-20 |
2 |
| Hero, who, to live in story, The (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Spring, clad in gayest greenest hue (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| Methought as I walk'd by the side of the sea (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| Oh take me to your arms, love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| My father who always knew what he were at (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| My bosom, like the ocean heaving (fl) |
23 |
2 |
| Social joys, would you combine (fl) |
24 |
|
| Billy Tailyer, a brisk young sailyer (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| I'm so happy, As happy am I (fl) |
25-26 |
5 |
| Why fair maid in every feature (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| 'Twas at the hour, when the night retreating (fl) |
27 |
3 |
| That the world it goes round by arithmetic's rules (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| Mother were dead, and sister were married (fl) |
28-29 |
5 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| Come listen! I sing to the lovers of fun (fl) |
30-32 |
10 |
| Harry came to me last week (fl) |
32 |
4 |
| On Ireland's ground seat of true hospitality (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| Dame Nature one day in a comical mood (fl) |
34-36 |
3 |
| Bleak blows the storm upon the breast (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| I'm parish-clerk, and sexton here (fl) |
37-38 |
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| Deny, but do not taunt a maid (fl) |
38-39 |
4 |
| Amo amas, I live by the mass (fl) |
39-40 |
5 |
| Why what's that to you if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| Oh had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| I danc'd with Harriet at the fair (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| My mother got married, my father got me (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Of wizards and witches why make such a rout (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| When I was a younker I first was apprentic'd (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| Young Teddy is an Irish lad (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| O Inkle, tink how griev'd my heart (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| When Anna look'd o'er the wide main (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| When a lad comes a courting, how bashful he'll stand (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| I, Raphael Stink, To draw the chink (fl) |
48-49 |
6 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Tel me, tell me truly, gentle cousin John (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| I was call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town (fl) |
51-52 |
3 |
| Come, buy my pretty violets blue (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| Since the world is so old, and the times are so new (fl) |
53-54 |
7 |
| Turban'd Turk, who scorns the world, The (fl) |
54 |
3 |
| If you, Colin, go campaigning (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| When weary Sol gaed down the west (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| With tuneful pipe and merry glee (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| There was an Irish lad, who lov'd a cloister'd Nun (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Away with those poor married fellows (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| 'twas on Christmas night, Father he did wed (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Since you ask me, I'll honestly tell you the truth (fl) |
59 |
2 |