| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Mariners of England, The (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Tuneful lav'rocs cheer the grove, The (fl) |
4 |
3 |
| There's cauld kail in Aberdeen (fl) |
5 |
5 |
| Rose it blaws, it fades, it fa's, The (fl) |
6 |
5 |
| There's nought but care on ev'ry han' (fl) |
7 |
5 |
| There was three kings into the east (fl) |
8-9 |
5 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
10-11 |
6 |
| O listen to the voice of love (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| Oh! where, and oh where is your highland laddie gone (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| Who has e'er been to London, that overgrown place (fl) |
13-14 |
11 |
| O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut (fl) |
15 |
4 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, and I've seed a little sarvice [sic] (fl) |
15-17 |
4 |
| My lodging is on the cold ground (fl) |
17 |
3 |
| Night her silent sable wore, The (fl) |
18 |
8 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
19-20 |
5 |
| Now we're launch'd on the world (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Let proud politicians in vain disputation (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| Gin a body meet a body (fl) |
23-24 |
6 |
| Day had descended the eve was serene, The (fl) |
24-25 |
10 |
| Farewell ye fields and meadows green (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| Flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, A (fl) |
27-28 |
2 |
| Again rejoicing Nature sees (fl) |
28-29 |
7 |
| On Entick's green meadows, where innocence reigns (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| I'm jolly Dick, the lamplighter (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| My true honest fellows who smoke with such glee (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| Ye streams that round my prison creep (fl) |
32 |
2 |
| On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh (fl) |
33 |
6 |
| If happily ye wish to live (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| What virgin or shepherd of valley or grove (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| Honest heart, where thoughts are clear, The (fl) |
36 |
1 |
| Lovely nymph assuage my anguish (fl) |
36 |
1 |
| Water parted from the sea (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| As Murphy Delancy so funny and frisky (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| In Liqourpond-street, as is well known to many (fl) |
38-41 |
24 |
| Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd (fl) |
41-42 |
6 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| Shout is gone forth, hark the deep singing hound, The (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Now mounted-so ho-away let us go (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Let's home, my brave boys, to tell all our joys (fl) |
45 |
4 |
| Here a share hulk lies poor Tom Bowling [sic] (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| Tho' a cobler is call'd but a low occupation (fl) |
47 |
7 |
| Forever Fortune wilt thou prove (fl) |
47-48 |
2 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| Say beautious cause of all my woes (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| Cupid sent on a message one ev'ning by Venus (fl) |
49-50 |
8 |
| Ye delicate lovelies with leave I maintain (fl) |
50-51 |
6 |
| Lock'd in my chest I've fifty pounds (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| Young Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| Since times are so hard, I'll tell you my sweet heart (fl) |
53-55 |
14 |
| Gods and the Goddesses lately did feast, The (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| Hail, Burgundy, thou juice divine (fl) |
58-59 |
5 |
| Like a lark in the morning with early song (fl) |
59-60 |
4 |
| O love! what the deuce do you want in my bosom? (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Of high-born folks other bards may sing (fl) |
61-63 |
5 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
63 |
3 |
| At the dead of the night. when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
64 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee (fl) |
64-65 |
4 |
| Oh! you all must have heard of the learned pig (fl) |
65-67 |
7 |
| What Cato advises, most certainly wise is (fl) |
67-68 |
2 |
| My daddy was a tinker's son (fl) |
8-69 |
3 |
| In seclusion's sacred bower (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| If truth can fix the wav'ring heart (fl) |
69-70 |
2 |
| Martial pomp, the mournful train, The (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| Tell me neighbor, tell me plain (fl) |
71 |
1 |
| Let philosophers boast of their wisdom profound (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| Decks were clear'd. the gallant band, The (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
74-77 |
8 |
| Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
77-78 |
6 |
| Cease, cease, those sighs I cannot bear (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| My Nancy leaves the rural train (fl) |
79 |
2 |
| Fife and drum sound merrily, The (fl) |
79-80 |
2 |
| To the brook and the willow that heard him complain (fl) |
80 |
2 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| Lectur'd by Pa and Ma o'ernight (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, and the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
83-84 |
7 |
| Now listen my friends, to an old dog's new story (fl) |
84-85 |
8 |
| O yes! O yes! O yes! (fl) |
85-87 |
3 |
| Young Hal, called softley, rise my dear [sic] (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| In vain, dear friends, each art you try (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to loose you (fl) |
89 |
4 |
| Madam, since you're fond of pleasure (fl) |
90 |
1 |
| Rose from her bosom had stray'd, A (fl) |
90 |
1 |
| My native land I bid adieu (fl) |
90 |
2 |
| Let not rage, thy bosom firing (fl) |
91 |
1 |
| Love's a cheat; we over-rate it (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Why am not I that fragrant flow'r (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Yes, yes, thank heav'n, I've broke my chain (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Adieu ye tender visions of delight (fl) |
93 |
6 |
| Why heaves my troubled breast with sighs (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Stay sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
94 |
3 |
| I'm a blade that's free and easy (fl) |
95 |
5 |
| My name is Tippy Bob (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| When sable night each drooping plant restoring (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| Tho scarce sixteen by men I'm told (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| Behold poor Will just come from the drill (fl) |
99-100 |
6 |