| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Be hush'd the loud breeze and soft roll the rough billow (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Blow high blow low, let tempest tear (fl) |
7 |
3 |
| Come, never seem to mind it (fl) |
8-9 |
6 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| Tho' neither in silks nor in sattins I'm seen (fl) |
10 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
11-12 |
8 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll! The (fl) |
12-13 |
5 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The (fl) |
14-15 |
5 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
15 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Poor Richard lov'd his Emma well (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
18-20 |
6 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| O you, whose lives on land are pass'd (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
23 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Rose-Tree full in bearing, A (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| In the first book of Job, which Inow mean to quote (fl) |
25-29 |
14 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Why Mosy, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
26 |
1 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maid (fl) |
27 |
|
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
27 |
2 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
28 |
1 |
| Oh! dear what can the matter be (fl) |
28 |
|
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Sweet is the ship that's under sail (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Of all the varous states of life (fl) |
34-35 |
7 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| Beggar I am, and of low degree, A (fl) |
36-37 |
2 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
37-48 |
5 |
| Give me but a wife, I expect not to find (fl) |
38-39 |
6 |
| Bird, that hears her nestlings cry, The (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| If e'er I shall learn the sweet lesson of love (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| When I was a young one, what girl was like me (fl) |
41-42 |
6 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| Wine, wine we allow the brisk fountain of mirth (fl) |
43-44 |
5 |
| All you who would wish to succeed with a lass (fl) |
44 |
4 |
| Sun from the east tips the mountains with gold, The (fl) |
45 |
5 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
46-47 |
5 |
| Hark! the din of distant war (fl) |
47 |
3 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
48 |
4 |
| On azure-wove couches as the Gods lay reclin'd (fl) |
49-50 |
6 |
| Brother soldiers, why cast down? (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Wide o'er the tremulous sea (fl) |
51-52 |
3 |
| Why droops my Nan, and why those tears? (fl) |
52 |
2 |
| Ariadne one morning to Theseus was turning (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| Bacchus one day gaily striding (fl) |
54-55 |
|
| Two gods of great honor, Bacchus and Apollo (fl) |
55-56 |
5 |
| Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret (fl) |
56-57 |
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| [Silver moon that shines so bright, The] (fl) |
58 |
|
| [When you meet a tender creature] (fl) |
58 |
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| [Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A] (fl) |
59 |
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| [My temples with clusters of grapes, &c.] (fl) |
60 |
|
| [Beauties have you seen a toy] (fl) |
61 |
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| [I have rambled I own it] (fl) |
61 |
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| [As I stray'd o'er a common on Cork's, &c.] (fl) |
62 |
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| Ye gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| Whistling ploughman hails the blushing dawn, The (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| In the chariot of light, from the regions of day (fl) |
66-67 |
5 |
| Come sit brother bucks and I'll tip you a song [sic] (fl) |
68-69 |
6 |
| ['Twas in the] pleasant month of May (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| To Columbia, who, gladly reclin'd at her ease (fl) |
70-71 |
6 |
| Behold the man that is unlucky (fl) |
71-72 |
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| Dear image of the maid I love (fl) |
72-73 |
|
| [As Jamie Gay gang'd blythe his way} (fl) |
73 |
|
| [I've seen the smiling of fortune, &c.] (fl) |
74 |
|
| Busy, curious thirsty fly (fl) |
74-75 |
|
| [Come live with me and be my love] (fl) |
75 |
|
| There's something in women, &c. (fl) |
76 |
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| [Who better knows the world than I?] (fl) |
76 |
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| [From place to place I travers'd, along] (fl) |
77 |
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| I've travell'd afar from my native home (fl) |
78-79 |
|
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
79-80 |
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| [In the dead of the night, &c.] (fl) |
80-81 |
|
| [When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd] (fl) |
81-82 |
|
| Lord, what care I for man or dad? [sic] (fl) |
82-83 |
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| [Ah! tell me, ye swains, have ye seen, &c.] (fl) |
84-85 |
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| Extinguish the candle, give Phoebus fair play (fl) |
85-86 |
10 |
| Leander on the bay (fl) |
86-88 |
6 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
88-90 |
9 |
| I've kiss'd and I've pratted with fifty fair maids (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| To ease his heart and own his flame (fl) |
92 |
6 |
| When Orpheus went down to the regions below (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| My mother oft talk'd of the beaus of the town (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Oh! what had I a do for to marry? (fl) |
94-95 |
8 |
| Rail no more ye learned asses (fl) |
95-96 |
2 |
| I sigh for a maid, and a pretty sweet maid (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is misspent [sic] (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| At the very best of houses, where the best of people dine (fl) |
97-99 |
3 |
| Adieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains! (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| You may do as you will, but I'll fling away care (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The (fl) |
101-102 |
10 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise (fl) |
103 |
1 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Wand'ring youth forgive, A (fl) |
104 |
1 |
| 'Tis love holds the bright torch of nature (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Torn from my heart's delight, my lover (fl) |
105 |
1 |
| Rose when dews of night are shed, The (fl) |
105 |
1 |
| Softly, ye swains, more softly tread (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| See the conquering hero comes (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| Now pleasure unbounded resounds o'er the plains (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| I winna marry ony mon but Sandy o'er the lee (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| There lives a lassie on the brae (fl) |
108-110 |
12 |
| Ye mariners of England] (fl) |
111 |
|
| [Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The] (fl) |
112 |
|
| [There's cauld kail in Aberdeen] (fl) |
112 |
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| [Rose, it blaws, it fades, The] (fl) |
114 |
|
| [There's naught but care, &c.] (fl) |
115 |
|
| [There went three kings into the east] (fl) |
116 |
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| [Sure won't you hear] (fl) |
118 |
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| [O listen to the voice of love] (fl) |
119 |
|
| [Oh! where and oh where, &c.] (fl) |
120 |
|
| [Who has ev'r been in London] (fl) |
121 |
|
| [O Willie brew'd a peck o' mault]
(fl) |
123 |
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| [My name, d' ye see's Tom Tough] (fl) |
123 |
|
| [Night her silent sable wore, The] (fl) |
126 |
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| [Let proud politicians] (fl) |
127 |
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| [My lodging is on the cold ground] (fl) |
128 |
|
| [Now we're launch'd on the world] (fl) |
128 |
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| [In storms when clouds obscure the sky] (fl) |
130-131 |
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| Gin a body meet a body (fl) |
131-132 |
5 |
| Day had descended the eve was serene, The (fl) |
132-133 |
10 |
| Farewell ye fields and meadows green (fl) |
134 |
3 |
| Begone, dull care, prithee begone from me (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| Flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, A (fl) |
135-136 |
2 |
| Again rejoicing Nature sees (fl) |
136-137 |
7 |
| On Entick's green meadows, where innocence reigns (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| I'm jolly Dick, the lamplighter (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| My true honest fellows who smoke with such glee (fl) |
139-140 |
5 |
| Ye streams, that round my prison creep (fl) |
140 |
2 |
| On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh (fl) |
141 |
6 |
| If happily ye wish to live (fl) |
142 |
2 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
142-143 |
4 |
| What virgin or shepherd of valley or grove (fl) |
143 |
3 |
| Honest heart, where thoughts are clear, The (fl) |
144 |
1 |
| Lovely nymph assuage my anguish (fl) |
144 |
1 |
| Water, parted from the sea (fl) |
144 |
2 |
| As Murphy Delancy so funny and frisky (fl) |
145-146 |
4 |
| In Liqourpond-street, as is well known to many (fl) |
146-149 |
24 |
| Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd (fl) |
149-150 |
5 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
150-151 |
3 |
| Shout is gone forth, hark the deep singing hound, The (fl) |
151-152 |
3 |
| Now mounted-so ho-away let us go (fl) |
152-153 |
4 |
| Let's home, my brave boys, to tell all our joys (fl) |
153 |
4 |
| Here, a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
154 |
3 |
| Tho' a cobler is call'd but a low occupation (fl) |
155 |
7 |
| Forever Fortune wilt thou prove (fl) |
155-156 |
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| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
156 |
2 |
| Say beautious cause of all my woe (fl) |
156-157 |
2 |
| Cupid sent a message one ev'ning by Venus (fl) |
157-158 |
8 |
| Ye delicate lovelies with leave I maintain (fl) |
158-159 |
5 |
| Lock'd in my chest I've fifty pounds (fl) |
160 |
3 |
| Young Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| [Since times are so hard, I'll tell you my heart] (fl) |
161-163 |
14 |
| Gods and the Goddesses lately did feast, The (fl) |
164-165 |
5 |
| Hail, Burgundy, thou juice divine (fl) |
166-167 |
5 |
| Like a lark in the morning with early song (fl) |
167-168 |
4 |
| O love! what the deuce do you want in my bosom? (fl) |
168-169 |
3 |
| Of high-born folks other bards may sing (fl) |
169-171 |
5 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
171 |
3 |
| At the dead of the night. when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
172 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee (fl) |
172-173 |
4 |
| Oh! you all must have heard of the learned pig (fl) |
173-175 |
7 |
| What Cato advises, most certainly wise is (fl) |
175-176 |
2 |
| My daddy was a tinker's son (fl) |
176-177 |
3 |
| In seclusion's sacred bower (fl) |
177 |
3 |
| If truth can fix the wav'ring heart (fl) |
177-178 |
2 |
| Let fortune's angry tempest blow (fl) |
178 |
2 |
| Martial pomp, the mournful train, The (fl) |
178-179 |
2 |
| Tell me neighbour, tell me plain (fl) |
179 |
1 |
| Let Philosophers boast of their wisdom profound (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| Decks were clear'd. the gallant band, The (fl) |
180-181 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
181-182 |
4 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
182-185 |
8 |
| Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
185-186 |
6 |
| Cease, cease, those sighs I cannot bear (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| My Nancy leaves the rural train (fl) |
187 |
2 |
| Fife and drum sound merrily, The (fl) |
187-188 |
2 |
| To the brook and the willow that heard him complain (fl) |
188 |
2 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| Lectur'd by Pa and Ma o'er night (fl) |
189-190 |
5 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, and the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
191-192 |
6 |
| Now listen my friends, to an old dog's new story (fl) |
192-193 |
7 |
| O yes! O yes! O yes! (fl) |
193-195 |
3 |
| Young Hal called softley, rise my dear [sic] (fl) |
195-196 |
4 |
| In vain, dear friends, each art you try (fl) |
196-197 |
4 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to loose you (fl) |
197 |
4 |
| Madam. since you're fond of pleasure (fl) |
198 |
1 |
| Rose from her bosom had stray'd, A (fl) |
198 |
1 |
| My native land I bade adieu (fl) |
198 |
|
| Let not rage, thy bosom firing (fl) |
199 |
3 |
| Love's a cheat; we over-rate it (fl) |
199 |
2 |
| Why am not I that fragrant flow'r (fl) |
199-200 |
4 |
| Yes, yes, thank heav'n, I've broke my chain (fl) |
200 |
3 |
| Adieu ye tender visions of delight (fl) |
201 |
6 |
| Why heaves my troubled breast with sighs (fl) |
201-202 |
3 |
| Stay sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
202 |
3 |
| I am a blade that's free and easy (fl) |
203 |
5 |
| My name is Tippy Bob (fl) |
204-205 |
3 |
| When sable night each drooping plant restoring (fl) |
205 |
3 |
| Tho' scarce sixteen by men I'm told (fl) |
206 |
3 |
| Behold poor Will just come from drill (fl) |
207-208 |
6 |
| In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade (fl) |
208-210 |
10 |
| I'm a poor little orphan, ah pity me, pray (fl) |
210-211 |
5 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul (fl) |
211-212 |
5 |
| Awake, my fair, sweet Chloe wake (fl) |
212-213 |
3 |
| Good people all attend to me, I'll sing you a merry tale (fl) |
213-215 |
8 |
| This life is queer, we all do know (fl) |
215-216 |
4 |
| Weep, weep for poor Anna, ye fair (fl) |
216-217 |
9 |
| 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars (fl) |
218-219 |
5 |
| Ye gents, give ear to me I pray (fl) |
219-220 |
6 |
| Alas! my son, you little know (fl) |
221-222 |
6 |
| At the close of the day when the Hamlet is still (fl) |
223 |
4 |
| At dead of night, the hour when courts (fl) |
223-224 |
4 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
224-225 |
4 |
| Western sky was purpled o'er, The (fl) |
225 |
3 |
| Fly night away (fl) |
226 |
4 |
| When o'er the moon a misty veil (fl) |
226-227 |
5 |
| Great news! great news! I'm hither sent (fl) |
227-228 |
4 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove (fl) |
229-230 |
4 |
| Friendship to every willing mind (fl) |
230-231 |
5 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
231 |
3 |
| Her mouth, with a smile (fl) |
232 |
2 |
| Our country is our ship, d' ye see (fl) |
232 |
3 |
| When once the gods, like us below (fl) |
233-235 |
4 |
| Young Strephon met me on the green (fl) |
234 |
3 |
| Bacchus come, thy vot'ry own me (fl) |
235 |
2 |
| Oh money, thou master of all things below (fl) |
235 |
4 |
| What art thou, fascinating war (fl) |
236-237 |
3 |
| 'Twas on a cliff, whose rocky base (fl) |
237-238 |
9 |
| Hail, social converse! source of purest pleasure (fl) |
238-239 |
5 |
| At length war's sa[n]guine scenes are o'er (fl) |
239-240 |
6 |