| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Fragrant as the rose-bud throwing (fl) |
1-2 |
4 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
2-3 |
4 |
| Coward to love and manly duty, A (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Passing bell no longer toll'd, The (fl) |
4 |
2 |
| 'Tis chaos all, all seems confounded (fl) |
5 |
4 |
| Is't my country you'd know, I'm an Irishman born (fl) |
6-8 |
7 |
| I'm a comical fellow, I tell you no fib (fl) |
8-9 |
3 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
9-10 |
6 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| For our country, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabel (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Come, messmates, fill the flowing can (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| Now we're all met together (fl) |
14-16 |
3 |
| Hail, great republic of the world! (fl) |
16-17 |
5 |
| How blest a life the sailor leads (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| How blest the life a soldier leads (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds (fl) |
20-22 |
10 |
| O, ye bucks and ye bloods of the town (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
24 |
4 |
| Oh! the hours that I have pass'd in the arms of my dear (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| Decks were clear'd, the gallant band, The (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Let Sawney loo the lasses O (fl) |
29-31 |
10 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seed a little sarvice [sic] (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Ah! tell me ye swains have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
34-37 |
12 |
| Irishman's Tongue is so long and so thick, An (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast (fl) |
38-39 |
|
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| In a nate little cabin not far from Kilkenny (fl) |
42-43 |
2 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| While high the foaming surges rise (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none ne'er so sightly (fl) |
45- |
4 |
| When first from Kilkenny as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| In the world's crooked paths where I've been (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| At the dead of the night, when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| Tho' winter spreads her drear domain (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Cease fair ladies, cease bewailing (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| 'Twas at Stepney chursh I was splic'd to Doll (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| O think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| When I, to London, first came in (fl) |
53 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sail'd the world all round (fl) |
54 |
3 |
| Begone, dull Care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
54-55 |
2 |
| See the park throng'd with beauties, the tumult's begun (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| One sweet May morn in Woodley Park (fl) |
57-58 |
5 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| What mortal can more happy be (fl) |
59-60 |
4 |
| O listen to the voice of love (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| In the dead of the night, when, with labor opprest (fl) |
62 |
4 |
| Hush, ev'ry breeze, let nothing move (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| In the first book of Job, that I now mean to quote (fl) |
63-64 |
14 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
64 |
|
| Why Moses, why Aaron, my boys I've met with you here (fl) |
64 |
|
| I've kiss'd and I've pratted with fifty fair maids (fl) |
64-65 |
|
| I sigh! and lament me in vain (fl) |
65 |
|
| Cease rude Boreas Blustering railer (fl) |
65 |
|
| Oh! dear, what can the matter be (fl) |
66 |
|
| With my pipe in one hand and my jug in the other (fl) |
67 |
2 |
| When our great Sires this land explor'd (fl) |
67-68 |
5 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
68-69 |
5 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
69-70 |
|
| Over furze cover'd mountains as weary I roam (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend (fl) |
71-74 |
22 |
| Down the burn and thro' the mead (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
76-77 |
6 |
| This world is a stage, where all men engage (fl) |
77 |
10 |
| When lav'rocks sweet. and yellow broom (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Stag thro' the forest, when rous'd by the horn, The (fl) |
79 |
2 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
80 |
5 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
81 |
5 |
| Leave off your foolish prating (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
82-83 |
5 |
| 'Tis wine that clears the understanding (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| Drunk I was last night, that's poz (fl) |
84-85 |
6 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
85-87 |
9 |
| No more I'll court the town bred fair (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Guardian angel now protect me (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| Echoing horn call the sportsmen abroad, The (fl) |
90 |
4 |
| Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The (fl) |
90-91 |
5 |
| Hunters are up and the ruddy fac'd morn, The (fl) |
92 |
4 |
| When the blythe village-maid leads her flocks to the plains (fl) |
92-93 |
|
| Sun from the east tips the mountains with gold, The (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| Hark, dear girl, the message hear (fl) |
95 |
4 |
| I've kiss'd and I've pratted with fifty fair maids (fl) |
96 |
4 |
| To horse, ye jolly sportsmen (fl) |
96-97 |
10 |
| One summer's eve, when Luna's beam (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| As through the grove the other day (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| As passing by a shady grove (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| My love is gone to sea (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
102 |
3 |
| See beneath yon bow'r of roses (fl) |
103 |
4 |
| Since love is the plan (fl) |
103-104 |
2 |
| Happy, harmless, rural pair (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| Lovely nymph, now cease to languish (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| Linnet's nest with anxious care (fl) |
105-106 |
3 |
| Banish sorrow grief and folly (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| Busy crew their sails unbending, The (fl) |
107 |
5 |
| I sing the beauties that adorn (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| Blow chearfully ye winds, till my Henry return (fl) |
108 |
3 |
| Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
108-109 |
6 |
| It was upon a Lammas night (fl) |
110-111 |
5 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
111-112 |
6 |
| Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The (fl) |
112-113 |
6 |
| How sweet the rosy blush of morn (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| As my cow I was milking just now in the vale (fl) |
115 |
4 |
| On that fair bank where Lubin died (fl) |
115-116 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
116-117 |
7 |
| Lord, what care I for mam or dad? (fl) |
117-118 |
5 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| Oh! the days when I was young (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Young Willy woo'd me long in vain (fl) |
121 |
4 |
| Hark! hark! sweet lass, the trumpet sounds (fl) |
121-122 |
4 |
| In vain to me the hours of care (fl) |
122 |
4 |
| Go! tuneful bird, that glads the skies (fl) |
122-123 |
2 |
| I dreamt I saw a piteous sight (fl) |
123-124 |
8 |
| This for men the women fair (fl) |
124 |
2 |
| Cease, tyrant of my flaming bosom, cease (fl) |
125 |
5 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
125-126 |
3 |
| Behold on the brow the leaves play in the breeze (fl) |
126-127 |
8 |
| Knights errant of old (fl) |
127 |
1 |
| De'il burn you a', quote Dr. Andrew (fl) |
127-128 |
1 |
| Now, cotsplood, quoth St. David (fl) |
128 |
1 |
| St. Dennis di, mes chere amis (fl) |
128 |
1 |
| St Patrick, hot as lightning with whisky and old bumbo (fl) |
128 |
1 |
| When errant knights, in proud array (fl) |
128-129 |
1 |
| Sun shone pale on mountain snow, The (fl) |
129 |
3 |
| Few years ago, in the days of my Grannum, A (fl) |
130 |
3 |
| Aspasia rolls her sparkling eyes (fl) |
[131] |
4 |
| Come bustle, bustle, drink about (fl) |
[131]-132 |
7 |
| What a charming thing's a battle! (fl) |
133 |
3 |
| Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| I winna marry ony mon but Sandy o'er the lee (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
135 |
3 |
| One morning young Roger accosted me thus (fl) |
135-136 |
6 |
| What pleasures can compare (fl) |
136-137 |
5 |
| O Sandy, why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn? (fl) |
138 |
4 |
| Hark! forward, away, my brave boys to the chace (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| That I might not be plagu'd with the nonsense of men (fl) |
139-140 |
6 |
| 'Twas at the break of day we spy'd (fl) |
140-141 |
4 |
| Here's to the maid of bashful fifteen (fl) |
141-142 |
4 |
| When running life's race (fl) |
142-143 |
8 |
| There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee (fl) |
143-144 |
4 |
| Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear (fl) |
144-145 |
3 |
| Of all the things that the gay celebrate (fl) |
145-146 |
4 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
146 |
3 |
| Say Phoebe why is gentle love (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair (fl) |
148-149 |
8 |
| A courting I went to my love (fl) |
149-150 |
6 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
150-151 |
|
| West of th' old Atlantic, from Liberty Stands! (fl) |
151-153 |
14 |
| When America first, at Heaven's command (fl) |
153-155 |
8 |
| Fame, let thy trumpet sound (fl) |
155-156 |
6 |
| When exil'd Freedom, forc'd to roam (fl) |
156-157 |
6 |
| At length war's sanguine scenes are o'er (fl) |
157-159 |
6 |
| Since first l'Ambuscade came here (fl) |
159-161 |
14 |
| Ye sons of France, away to glory (fl) |
161-162 |
4 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
163 |
4 |
| O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France (fl) |
164-165 |
6 |
| Lift aloft the trumpet (fl) |
165-166 |
2 |
| Hail, social converse! source of purest pleasure (fl) |
166-167 |
5 |
| Why give to your tyrants the laurel of fame? (fl) |
167-171 |
19 |
| Whilst in peaceful quarters lying (fl) |
171-174 |
11 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
174 |
5 |
| At the close of the day when the hamlet is still (fl) |
175 |
4 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
176-177 |
11 |
| God save... "The Rights of Man" (fl) |
177-179 |
8 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
179-180 |
6 |
| Nimrods of the North had among themselves agreed, sit! (fl) |
181-183 |
10 |
| On the cliffs of the Andes, where virtue once reign'd (fl) |
183-184 |
10 |
| Genius of France from his star begem'd throne, The (fl) |
185-186 |
5 |
| Now let rich music sound (fl) |
186-187 |
6 |
| Again by the spirit of Freedom invited (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| Don't blubber, dear Norah, I beg you'd be easy (fl) |
189-190 |
7 |
| When a nation's absorb'd under Tyranny's chain (fl) |
190-191 |
8 |
| While tyranny marshalls her minions around (fl) |
192-194 |
15 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
194-195 |
4 |
| Crown'd with auspicious light (fl) |
195-196 |
6 |
| Power that created the night and the day, The (fl) |
197 |
4 |
| Hark! Hark! a joyous cheering sound (fl) |
197-198 |
|
| No longer let kings and base princes decree (fl) |
198-199 |
4 |
| Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold (fl) |
199-200 |
4 |
| When our Fathers came o'er (fl) |
200-202 |
10 |
| Ye sons of Freedom hail the day (fl) |
202-204 |
8 |
| When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd (fl) |
204-205 |
3 |
| Fairest flow'rets bring, The (fl) |
205-206 |
4 |
| From Susquehannah's utmost springs (fl) |
206-208 |
14 |
| Why stands the tear in Maria's eye (fl) |
208-209 |
4 |
| While landmen wander uncontroul'd (fl) |
209-211 |
7 |
| Independence! how bright are the blessings you give (fl) |
211-212 |
5 |
| Hail! the first, the greatest blessing (fl) |
212-213 |
6 |
| Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools (fl) |
213-215 |
8 |
| Hail, Freedom, all hail! on the top of Mount Bleed (fl) |
215 |
3 |
| Let the foes of Great Britain now wantonly brag (fl) |
216-217 |
6 |
| To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe (fl) |
217-218 |
3 |
| Come, come, my friends, let's hail the day (fl) |
218 |
5 |
| Red arm of slaughter is stretch'd o'er the plain, The (fl) |
219 |
5 |
| Ye vile swinish herd in the sty of taxation (fl) |
220-221 |
12 |
| When stranded on some desart coast (fl) |
222 |
4 |
| Hail lovely maid! Hail poer divine! (fl) |
222-223 |
8 |
| When Freedom's sons, at heav'ns command (fl) |
224-226 |
10 |
| That seat of science Athens and earth's proud mistress Rome (fl) |
227 |
3 |
| Hail America hail, unrival'd in fame (fl) |
227-229 |
6 |
| Let's be jovial, fill our glasses (fl) |
229-230 |
5 |
| When flow'ry meadows deck the year (fl) |
230-231 |
4 |
| Teach me, Chloe, how to prove (fl) |
231 |
4 |
| By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay (fl) |
231-232 |
2 |
| Tell me, Hamilla, tell me why (fl) |
232-233 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moored (fl) |
233-234 |
8 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
235 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
236 |
3 |
| Not drunk, nor yet sober, but brother to both (fl) |
237 |
7 |
| Ah, where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
238 |
2 |
| On the Lake of Killarney I first saw the lad (fl) |
238-239 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
239-241 |
9 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
241-243 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hounds and horn (fl) |
243-244 |
2 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
244 |
3 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
245 |
3 |
| Sweet are the charms of her I love (fl) |
246 |
7 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean (fl) |
247-248 |
3 |
| While the lover is thinking (fl) |
248 |
2 |
| In spite of love at length I've found (fl) |
248-249 |
4 |
| When thy beauty appears (fl) |
249-250 |
3 |
| Sweet rosy morn peeps over the hills, The (fl) |
250 |
3 |
| Sunk was sunk beneath the hill, The (fl) |
251=252 |
6 |
| Alexis, how artless a lover! (fl) |
252 |
5 |
| On Africa's wide plains where the lion now roaring (fl) |
253-254 |
6 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
254 |
2 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
254-255 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
255-256 |
3 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
256 |
2 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
256-257 |
3 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
257-258 |
7 |
| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun (fl) |
258-259 |
4 |
| Sure wont you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
259-261 |
7 |
| Ye lads and ye lasses so buxom and clever (fl) |
261-262 |
3 |
| Sup of good whisky will make you glad, A (fl) |
262-263 |
7 |
| Ask me for a song? Egad, you'll soon wish you hadn't (fl) |
264-265 |
|
| How happy are we, Now the wind is abaft (fl) |
265-266 |
1 |
| Behold! Behold! with generous hand (fl) |
266-267 |
5 |
| Brave sons of Columbia, your triumph behold! (fl) |
267-269 |
7 |
| Let despots retain all their minions in chains (fl) |
269-270 |
3 |
| When ven'trous o'er th' Atlantic main [sic] (fl) |
270-271 |
4 |
| Hail! Liberty! supreme delight (fl) |
271-272 |
5 |
| Come, come, my jolly lads (fl) |
273 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
274-275 |
5 |
| O Fortune how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
275-277 |
9 |
| When William at eve meets me down at the stile (fl) |
277 |
2 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
277-278 |
2 |
| Let bards elate of Sue and Kate (fl) |
278 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in Heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
279-280 |
6 |
| Clarion of liberty sounds thro' the world, The (fl) |
281 |
6 |
| Pomp of courts and pride of kings, The (fl) |
282 |
2 |
| Her mouth, with a smile (fl) |
282-283 |
2 |
| When once the gods, like us below (fl) |
283 |
4 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
284-285 |
5 |
| Let's home, my brave boys, to tell our joys (fl) |
285-286 |
4 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
286 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
287 |
2 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
287-288 |
3 |
| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The (fl) |
288 |
2 |