| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
1-2 |
5 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
2-3 |
4 |
| When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| When freedom, fair freedom, her banner display'd (fl) |
6-7 |
6 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
8 |
4 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| When angry nations rush to arms (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| Columbia's Sons awake to glory (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| Busy crew the sails unbending, The (fl) |
11-12 |
5 |
| As thro' the grove the other day (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures (fl) |
14-16 |
7 |
| See the summer's sweets appear! (fl) |
16 |
2 |
| Stay lady, stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
17-18 |
5 |
| When scarce a handspike high (fl) |
18-19 |
6 |
| How pleasant a sailor's life passes (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd, The (fl) |
20-21 |
5 |
| From night till morn I take my glass (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| Then farewell my trim-built wherry (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| I'm a cook for the public, can please every palate (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Mayhap you have heard that as dear as their lives (fl) |
24-25 |
5 |
| Tho the cause of suspicion appears (fl) |
25-26 |
2 |
| Says my father says he one day to I (fl) |
26-28 |
15 |
| When the sails catch the breeze (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
29-31 |
7 |
| Who has e'er been in London, that overgrown place (fl) |
31-33 |
11 |
| When Eve and Adam first did wed (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Sweet woman, I love you as dear as my life (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Hark the hollow woods resounding (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| Mid all the commotions of this wayward life (fl) |
35-37 |
10 |
| There were Farmer Thrasher, and he had a cow (fl) |
37-38 |
11 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad in his grave (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| Ye wealthy and proud, while in splendor ye roll (fl) |
39-40 |
6 |
| If love as we're told, is a source of sweet passion (fl) |
40-41 |
6 |
| Jack Oakum was a gallant tar (fl) |
41-42 |
6 |
| She search'd each cottage far and near (fl) |
42-43 |
6 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| I've heard, cried a friend, that you tars tack and tack (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Come buy poor Sally's wooden ware (fl) |
45-46 |
2 |
| Young William was a seaman true (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| As I walked thro' the strand, so careless and gay (fl) |
48-49 |
10 |
| Lark's early notes bid the sportsman arise, the (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Poor Kate with nosegay basket trim (fl) |
50-51 |
6 |
| If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| You say my cottage, incomplete (fl) |
52-53 |
6 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
53 |
6 |
| Jack Binnacle met with an old shipmate (fl) |
54-54 |
4 |
| I'm a poor helpless youth near a distan town cried (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| Aurora now summon the lads of the course (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| O Yes, &c. &c.! (fl) |
57-59 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Ere morn is carol'd from the spray (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| My name's Obadiah, a Quaker I am (hum) (fl) |
61-62 |
5 |
| I'm Jolly Dick, the lamplighter (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
63 |
2 |
| John Bull for a pastime took a prance (fl) |
39-40 |
5 |
| From the Cobbler's bulk to splendid shop (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Now Joan, we are married---and now let me say (fl) |
67-68 |
6 |
| Come hasten my harties to true loyal Ned (fl) |
68-70 |
|
| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
70-71 |
4 |
| Beauties, have ye seen a toy (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| Once the Gods of the Greeks, at ambrosial feast (fl) |
72-73 |
8 |
| Yarmouth roads are right ahead, The (fl) |
73-75 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian half past four (fl) |
75-76 |
6 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
77-78 |
5 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| At each inn on the road I a welcome could find (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| Dying thrush young Edwy found, A (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| Search the world round and about (fl) |
81-82 |
6 |
| Ise zing you a whimsical lay (fl) |
82-84 |
|
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
84-86 |
9 |
| I was call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town (fl) |
86-88 |
3 |
| When my very first day to the field I had got (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| It chanc'd one day that a crow so black (fl) |
89 |
|
| From my cradle a soldier was all my delight (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come (fl) |
90-91 |
2 |
| Tho' late and early I do pad (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| Fond husband will, after a conjugal strike, A (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| When first o'er dull chaotic night (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| See the pack throng'd with beauties, the tumult's begun (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| See the bright-hair'd golden sun (fl) |
95-96 |
|
| Unfurl'd were the sails, bearing William afar (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| 'Twas one day at Wapping, his dangers o'er hauling (fl) |
97-99 |
4 |
| Good people, give attention while I do sing in praise (fl) |
99-100 |
8 |
| Street was a ruin, The (fl) |
100-101 |
9 |
| Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| Since our foes to murder us have long been preparing (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| Aid a Sailor, kind Sirs, who once felt it his glory (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Why should life in sorrow be spent (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| I be one of those sailors who think 'tis no lie (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| With a cheerful old friend, and a merry old song (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| Lectur'd by Pa and Ma o'er night (fl) |
1070108 |
5 |
| Ingenious bards have often tried (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| Epicurus of old was a fine eating fellow (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
110-111 |
4 |
| My daddy was a tinker's son (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Escap'd, with life in tatters (fl) |
112-114 |
6 |
| Since Dick and Nell were man and wife (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| If ever a sailor was fond of good sport (fl) |
115-116 |
5 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| Two real tars whom duty call'd (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| King's picture and Abraham Newland are sung (fl) |
120-121 |
7 |
| One evening, good humour took wit as his guest (fl) |
121-122 |
8 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
122-123 |
3 |
| O, ye bucks and ye bloods of the town (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| When avarice enslaves the mind (fl) |
124-126 |
7 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
126-128 |
3 |
| John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred (fl) |
128-130 |
8 |
| Fragrant as the rose bud throwing (fl) |
130-131 |
4 |
| Coward to love and manly duty, A (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Come around, and buy, come buy (fl) |
132-133 |
2 |
| Well, here I am, and what of that (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| Begone, Dull Care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
134 |
2 |
| Other day as I was dancing, The (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| At dawn of day, when other folks (fl) |
135-136 |
|
| In a sad mould'ring cave, where the wretched retreat (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| Where Lowestoff waves its yellow corn (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| Come lads and lasses round me throng (fl) |
138-140 |
5 |
| Bachelor leads an easy life, A (fl) |
140-141 |
6 |
| Gaffer Grist, Gaffer's son, and his little Jack-ass (fl) |
141 |
3 |
| Love and Whiskey both rejoice an honest fellow (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| In either eye a lingering tear (fl) |
142-144 |
7 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
144-145 |
4 |
| Since the first dawn of reason that beam'd on my mind (fl) |
145-146 |
2 |
| Little Jane of the Mill had a lover so fine (fl) |
146 |
2 |
| I was saying to Jack, as we talk'd t'other day (fl) |
146-147 |
4 |
| Sleep on, pretty babe, thou remind'st too well (fl) |
148 |
2 |
| When I quitted the cot, that stands alone on the moor (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| I'm a cutter of wood, and with blocks oft contend (fl) |
149-150 |
4 |
| To horse, ye jolly sportsmen (fl) |
150-151 |
10 |
| I've peep'd at the world above stairs, I confess (fl) |
151-152 |
2 |
| When I was a lad in the land of Kilkenny (fl) |
152-153 |
4 |
| My friend is the man I wou'd copy thro' life (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| There was once it is said, when is out of my mind (fl) |
154-156 |
17 |
| My hearties, now fill up your porter-pots full (fl) |
156-158 |
11 |
| I'ze a neat little knack got at spouting (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| When I was at home, as the lark I was gay (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| Ben Bowser was valiant, a true British tar (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| First: dere vash Miss Devy, pretty Miss Devy (fl) |
161-162 |
6 |
| Old time would persuade us each lass (fl) |
162-163 |
3 |
| I'm a Hounslow youg lad, and Teddy's my name (fl) |
163-164 |
4 |
| Oh the moments were sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
164-165 |
3 |
| Sam Spritsail's a lad you'd delight in (fl) |
165-166 |
4 |
| Beauteous starling late I saw, A (fl) |
166-167 |
3 |
| What cheerful sounds salute our ears (fl) |
167-168 |
4 |
| Fair Polly lov'd a bonny seaman (fl) |
168-169 |
4 |
| On the brow of a hill, where the stream gurgles down (fl) |
169-170 |
3 |
| Did ever swain a nymph adore (fl) |
170-171 |
7 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
171-174 |
9 |
| Ye sluggards who murder your life time in sleep (fl) |
174-175 |
3 |
| Sure never a lad lov'd like Paddy O'Blany (fl) |
175 |
3 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart (fl) |
176-177 |
6 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land! (fl) |
177-178 |
5 |
| Come all you young fellows that love to be mellow (fl) |
179 |
4 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
180 |
4 |
| Ned Flint was lov'd by all the ship (fl) |
180-181 |
3 |
| As I saw fair Clora walk alone (fl) |
181 |
3 |
| Columbia hail! for thee I toil (fl) |
182 |
4 |
| Clerk I was in London gay, A (fl) |
182-183 |
4 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
183-184 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
184-186 |
5 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| Some pity afford to a poor soldier's daughter (fl) |
187 |
3 |
| I'll sing you a song, faith I'm singing here now (fl) |
188-189 |
7 |
| Young Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate (fl) |
189-190 |
3 |
| O give me your plain dealing fellows (fl) |
190 |
3 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
190-191 |
3 |
| Lord what care I for mam or dad (fl) |
191 |
5 |
| Henry came to me last week (fl) |
192 |
4 |
| Card invites, in crouds we fly, The (fl) |
192-193 |
4 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
193-194 |
4 |
| Village hind with toil had done, The (fl) |
194-195 |
4 |
| When Columbia's brave sons call'd my hero to lead 'em (fl) |
195-196 |
10 |
| Sailor's love is void of art, A (fl) |
197 |
3 |
| In a plain pleasant cottage, conveniently neat (fl) |
197-198 |
3 |
| Jolly Jack Tar, but a little while since, A (fl) |
198-200 |
12 |
| Among the swains who trip the plains (fl) |
200-201 |
6 |
| When up to London first I came (fl) |
201-202 |
5 |
| What argufies pride and ambition (fl) |
202-203 |
5 |
| Distill'd amidst the gloom of Night (fl) |
203-204 |
4 |
| Gay Bacchus one ev'ning inviting his friends (fl) |
204-205 |
5 |
| Lawyers pay you with words, and fine ladies with vapours (fl) |
204-205 |
3 |
| Mother was dead, and sister was married (fl) |
206-207 |
5 |
| Stand to your guns hearts of oak (fl) |
207-208 |
2 |
| Anacreon, they say was a jolly old blade (fl) |
208-209 |
6 |
| 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars (fl) |
209-210 |
5 |
| Hark! Hark, the joy inspiring horn (fl) |
210-211 |
4 |
| Great bonaparte threatens to Britain he'll come (fl) |
211-212 |
9 |
| Flaxen-headed cow-boy, A (fl) |
213 |
|
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
214-215 |
4 |
| Morbleu! I'm a Corsican born, blood and ounes! (fl) |
215-217 |
5 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd (fl) |
217-218 |
6 |
| Bright Phoebus in Cancer has mounted his car (fl) |
218-219 |
5 |
| Lady in fair Seville city, A (fl) |
219-220 |
2 |
| O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
220 |
3 |
| Wandering sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
221 |
3 |
| Mr. Abraham Newland's a monstrous good man (fl) |
221-222 |
5 |
| Cupid sent on a message one evening by Venus (fl) |
222-223 |
7 |
| I was, d' ye see, a waterman (fl) |
223-225 |
4 |
| Behold, my fair, that laded bee (fl) |
225 |
3 |
| Behold on the brow, the leaves play in the breeze (fl) |
226-227 |
8 |
| How sweet in the woodlands, (fl) |
227 |
2 |
| Young Phillis when press'd for a boon by Sylvander (fl) |
227-228 |
4 |
| When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing (fl) |
228-229 |
3 |
| Twas near a rock, within a bay (fl) |
229-230 |
4 |
| When to my pretty Poll I went (fl) |
230-231 |
2 |
| Dear domestic joys of life, The (fl) |
231-232 |
6 |
| Young Laura was a lovely lass (fl) |
232-233 |
4 |
| Mist from the mountain, proclaim'd it was morn, The (fl) |
232-234 |
3 |
| In the first book of Job, which I mean now to quote (fl) |
234-235 |
5 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
235 |
1 |
| Why Moses, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
235 |
2 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
236 |
1 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
236 |
1 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
237 |
1 |
| Oh! dear what can the matter be (fl) |
237 |
2 |
| Last Valentine's day when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
101-102 |
6 |
| Push about the brisk glass, I proclaim him an ass (fl) |
239-240 |
7 |
| You know I'm your priest, and your conscience is mine (fl) |
240-241 |
5 |
| Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret (fl) |
241-242 |
5 |
| As Murphy Delaney so funny and frisky (fl) |
243 |
4 |
| Come haste to the wedding, ye friends and ye neighbours (fl) |
244 |
3 |
| Pretty nancy a gadding to London would go (fl) |
244-245 |
3 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
61-62 |
6 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise (fl) |
247 |
2 |
| Come all hands, ahoy to the anchor (fl) |
247-249 |
6 |
| 'Twas in the evening of a winter day (fl) |
249-250 |
6 |
| Morning is charming, all nature looks gay, The (fl) |
250 |
3 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The (fl) |
250-251 |
4 |
| Habakuk's my name, it's well known to my friends (fl) |
251-252 |
4 |
| Come, come, jolly boys, that sailors be (fl) |
252-253 |
2 |
| As I lean'd o'er a gate one midsummer eve (fl) |
253 |
3 |
| It was in Ireland, sweet place, where my daddy was living (fl) |
254 |
2 |
| To rival the miser who broods o'er his plumb (fl) |
254 |
2 |
| Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The (fl) |
255-256 |
7 |
| O the bonny, bonny bells (fl) |
256 |
3 |
| Lawyer, a Doctor, a Parson, were met, A (fl) |
257 |
6 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O hail the great day (fl) |
258-259 |
5 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
259-260 |
3 |
| Who'll buy a nose gay? cried a sweet child (fl) |
260 |
4 |
| When far from Freedom's happy court (fl) |
261 |
2 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
261-262 |
3 |
| Return enraptured hours (fl) |
262 |
4 |
| When hoarse winds roar, and lightnings gleam (fl) |
263 |
2 |
| Rose just bursting into bloom, The (fl) |
263-264 |
2 |
| Ho! Why dost thou shiver and shake Gaffer Gray (fl) |
264-265 |
6 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
265-266 |
3 |
| When Columbia's shores receding (fl) |
266-267 |
4 |
| Come each gallant lad (fl) |
267-268 |
6 |
| How blest a life the sailor leads (fl) |
268-269 |
3 |
| When rising from ocean, Columbia appear'd (fl) |
270 |
3 |
| When William at eve, meets me down at the stile (fl) |
271 |
2 |
| Voyage was pass'd, and England's shore, The (fl) |
271-272 |
3 |
| Jolly mortals fill your glasses (fl) |
272 |
3 |
| Loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
272-273 |
4 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
273-274 |
3 |
| O you whose lives on land are pass'd (fl) |
274 |
3 |
| Whene'er in life's broad path we tread (fl) |
275-276 |
8 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
276 |
3 |
| My life's a vessel trim and gay (fl) |
277-278 |
4 |
| Boatswain calls, the wind is fair, The (fl) |
278-279 |
3 |
| Tho' neither in silks nor satins I'm seen (fl) |
279-280 |
3 |
| No glory I court, no riches I want (fl) |
280 |
5 |
| When first the sun o'er Columbia glow'd (fl) |
281-282 |
8 |
| Returning home across the plain (fl) |
282-283 |
3 |
| Willy after courting long (fl) |
283-[284] |
3 |
| I'm a poor little orphan, ah pity me, pray (fl) |
[284]-[285] |
5 |
| See the dawn how it rises in golden array (fl) |
[285] |
3 |
| Come, fill the bowl, my jovial soul (fl) |
[285]-286 |
3 |
| From place to place, I travers'd along (fl) |
286-287 |
3 |
| Come buy my ripe cherries, fair maidens come buy (fl) |
287-288 |
3 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
288 |
2 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other (fl) |
288-289 |
2 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
289-290 |
3 |
| Now the rage of battle ended (fl) |
290-292 |
7 |
| From tyrant laws and customs free (fl) |
292 |
2 |
| Ere time's great machine was in motion (fl) |
293-295 |
5 |
| When the Senior Warden, standing in the West (fl) |
295-296 |
2 |
| Unite, unite, your voices raise (fl) |
296-297 |
5 |
| Ye dull stupid mortals, give o'er your conjectures (fl) |
297-298 |
4 |
| Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn (fl) |
298-299 |
6 |
| How happy a Mason whose bosom still glows (fl) |
299 |
2 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
300 |
2 |
| When the sun from the east first salutes mortal eyes (fl) |
300-301 |
6 |
| Of all institutions to form well the mind (fl) |
301-302 |
4 |
| Ye gracious powers of choral song (fl) |
302-303 |
10 |
| Curiosity labors and longs for to know (fl) |
304 |
8 |
| Ye Masons look round, and hark to the sound (fl) |
305 |
7 |
| Assembled and tyl'd. let us social agree (fl) |
306 |
5 |
| Come are you prepar'd (fl) |
306-307 |
4 |
| With plumb, level and square, to work let's prepare (fl) |
307-308 |
6 |
| When quite a young spark (fl) |
309-310 |
7 |