| 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 tempests 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) |
21-22 |
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 |
2 |
| In the first book of Job, which Inow mean to quote (fl) |
25-28 |
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) |
37-38 |
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 |
|
| [As pensive one night in my garret I sat] (fl) |
48 |
|
| [On azure-wove couches as the Gods lay reclin'd] (fl) |
49-50 |
|
| [Brother soldiers, why cast down?] (fl) |
50-51 |
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| 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 |
3 |
| Two gods of great honor, Bacchus and Apollo (fl) |
55-56 |
5 |
| Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret (fl) |
56-57 |
10 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
58 |
4 |
| When you meet a tender creature (fl) |
58-59 |
2 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
60 |
5 |
| I have rambled I own it, whole years up and down (fl) |
61 |
5 |
| Beauties, have you seen a toy (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| As I stray'd o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
62-64 |
6 |
| Ye gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| Whistling ploughman hails the blushing dawn, The (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| 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 (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 |
3 |
| Dear image of the maid that I love (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| As Jemie Gay gang'd blyth his way (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling (fl) |
74 |
4 |
| Busy, curious fly (fl) |
74-75 |
2 |
| Come live with me and be my love (fl) |
75-76 |
6 |
| Who better knows the world than I? (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| From place to place I travers'd along (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| There's something in women their lovers engage (fl) |
78 |
4 |
| I've travell'd afar from my native land (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| In the dead of the night, when, with labor opprest (fl) |
80-81 |
6 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
81-82 |
8 |
| Lord, what care I for man or dad? [sic] (fl) |
82-83 |
5 |
| Why hangs that cloud upon the brow? (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| Ah! tell me, ye swains, have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| 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 maidens (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 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 please, but I'll fling away care (fl) |
100-101 |
5 |
| 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 |
2 |
| Rose when dews of night are shed, The (fl) |
105 |
1 |
| Softly, ye swains, more softly tread (fl) |
105 |
2 |