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Page |
Verses |
| To Columbia, who, gladly reclin'd at her ease (fl) |
3-5 |
6 |
| Hail the day when from the yoke (fl) |
5-8 |
7 |
| There lived a gentleman, whose head (fl) |
8-10 |
7 |
| Hail! Sons of Columbia! the day which our sires (fl) |
10-11 |
6 |
| When the earth first arose (fl) |
12-14 |
13 |
| When Britain gigantic, by justice unaw'd (fl) |
15-16 |
7 |
| To rear the Tree of Liberty (fl) |
16-17 |
6 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
19 |
4 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
21-23 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
24-25 |
6 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
27 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
28 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
29-30 |
8 |
| Sweet is the ship that's under sail (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Like a lark in the morning with early song (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
37 |
1 |
| When I took my departure for Dublin's sweet clay (fl) |
37 |
1 |
| Peaceful slumbers on the ocean (fl) |
38 |
1 |
| Oh, the bonny, bonny bells (fl) |
38 |
1 |
| Lads of the village, so merrily, ah!, The (fl) |
38 |
1 |
| Curtis was old Hodge's wife (fl) |
38 |
1 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
38 |
1 |
| To Bachelor's-Hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
38 |
1 |
| I'm Jolly Dick, the lamplighter (fl) |
38 |
1 |
| That all men are beggars, you plainly may see (fl) |
39 |
1 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
39-40 |
5 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Begone, Dull Care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
42 |
2 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| When first Miss Kitty came to town (fl) |
44-45 |
|
| Soldier, a soldier, a soldier for me, A (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| My daddy was a tinker's son (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
48 |
4 |
| I was d' ye see a waterman (fl) |
49-51 |
4 |
| I am a friar of orders grey (fl) |
51 |
2 |
| To Batchelor's Hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
53-55 |
7 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship unmoor'd (fl) |
55-56 |
6 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
57-58 |
4 |
| Up among yon cliffy rocks (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
262-263 |
3 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| I'm jolly Dick, the lamplighter (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| From night to morn I take my glass (fl) |
64 |
2 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| Decks were clear'd, the gallant band, The (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
69-72 |
8 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| Woman is like to---but stay--- (fl) |
73-75 |
4 |
| Ned Flint was lov'd by all the ship (fl) |
75-76 |
3 |
| We bipeds made up of frail clay (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| At the sound of the horn (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| Lass of Peatie's mill, The (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad in his grave (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| Yarmouth roads are right ahead, The (fl) |
86-88 |
3 |
| Night her silent sable wore, The (fl) |
88-89 |
8 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| Now we're launch'd on the world (fl) |
90-92 |
3 |
| Awake, my fair, sweet Chloe wake (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| Good people all attend to me, I'll sing you a merry tale, sir (fl) |
93-95 |
8 |
| When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth (fl) |
96 |
6 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
98 |
4 |
| Why, dear George, in every feature (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| On Entick's green meadows where innocence reigns (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
102-103 |
|
| Adieu ye streams that smoothly flow (fl) |
103 |
|
| How blithe was I each morn to see (fl) |
104 |
|
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
105 |
|
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106-107 |
|
| When my money was gone, that I gain'd in the wars (fl) |
108 |
6 |
| Ye gents, give ear to me I pray (fl) |
109-111 |
6 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart (fl) |
111-112 |
6 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
114 |
4 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
115 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer-hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
116 |
3 |
| In the dead of the night, when, with labor opprest (fl) |
117 |
6 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
118-119 |
8 |
| Lord, what care I for mam or dad? (fl) |
119-120 |
5 |
| Rose just birsting into bloom, The (fl) |
120-121 |
2 |
| Leander on the bay (fl) |
121-123 |
6 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise (fl) |
123 |
1 |
| Who better knows the world than I (fl) |
124-125 |
4 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
125-126 |
3 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| Art thou awake or art thou sleeping (fl) |
128 |
2 |
| Blow, blow, thou winter's wind (fl) |
129 |
2 |
| I ne'er could any lustre see (fl) |
129-130 |
2 |
| Thou can'st not boast of fortune's store (fl) |
130 |
2 |
| When sable night each drooping plant restoring (fl) |
130-131 |
2 |
| Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd (fl) |
131-132 |
4 |
| How oft, Sophia, hast thou said (fl) |
132 |
4 |
| Let gay ones and great (fl) |
133 |
1 |
| Honest heart, where thoughts are clear, The (fl) |
133 |
1 |
| How happy were my days till now (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| When I followed a lass that was froward and shy [sic] (fl) |
134 |
|
| O! how shall I in language weak (fl) |
134-135 |
2 |
| 'Tis not wealth, it is not birth (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| Traveller benighted, The (fl) |
135-136 |
2 |
| Ye streams that round my prison creep (fl) |
136 |
2 |
| Sweet bird, that cheer'st the heavy hours (fl) |
137 |
4 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
137-138 |
4 |
| When from Dayda dear I'm parting (fl) |
138-139 |
|
| Sadly Jane sat weaving willow (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| Come list to my ditty (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the pleasant month of May (fl) |
141-142 |
4 |
| I have listen'd too long to thy tale (fl) |
142-143 |
2 |
| Yes, I heard the roaring ocean (fl) |
143-144 |
3 |
| If happily ye wish to live (fl) |
144 |
2 |
| When Cupids leave the Virgin's face (fl) |
145 |
3 |
| Friendship's a noble generous flame (fl) |
145-146 |
3 |
| Great A was alarm'd at B's bad behav'our (fl) |
147-148 |
8 |
| Look round, my Love! how chang'd the scene (fl) |
148-140 |
6 |
| Wonder! a Wonder! a Wonder I'll shew, A (fl) |
150-151 |
8 |
| One ev'ning alone in the Grove (fl) |
151-152 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| My love's a vessel trim and gay (fl) |
153-154 |
4 |
| Love's no irregular desire (fl) |
154-155 |
4 |
| Tom Truelove woo'd the sweetest fair (fl) |
155-156 |
3 |
| Alone on life's tempestous ocean cast [sic] (fl) |
157 |
3 |
| Sun has reach'd the mountain's head, The (fl) |
157-58 |
4 |
| Jack Binnacle met with an old shipmate (fl) |
158-160 |
4 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
160-161 |
4 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The (fl) |
162-163 |
5 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The (fl) |
163-164 |
4 |
| Soft zephyr, on thy balmy wings (fl) |
164-165 |
3 |
| From childhood's bands ere I escap'd (fl) |
165-166 |
4 |
| Day is departed and round from the clouds, The (fl) |
166-167 |
3 |
| Then, farewell my trim-built wherry (fl) |
167 |
3 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seed a little sarvice [sic] (fl) |
168-169 |
4 |
| 'Twas I learnt a pretty song in France (fl) |
169-171 |
5 |
| When generous wine expands the soul (fl) |
171 |
2 |
| Severe the pangs of slighted love (fl) |
172 |
2 |
| Ha! what is this that on my brow (fl) |
172-173 |
4 |
| Ye gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease (fl) |
173-174 |
3 |
| Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair (fl) |
174 |
2 |
| Piper on the meadows straying, A (fl) |
175 |
3 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
176 |
4 |
| Now ponder well, you parents dear (fl) |
177-182 |
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| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
183-184 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in Heav'n where he sat in full glee (fl) |
184-185 |
4 |
| When Bibo went down to the regions below (fl) |
186-187 |
3 |
| O'er the gloomy woods resounding (fl) |
187-188 |
3 |
| Hail Liberty supreme delight (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| My sev'nteenth year scarce over (fl) |
189-191 |
4 |
| One sweet May morn, in woody dale (fl) |
191-193 |
5 |
| Since Zeph'rus first tasted the charms of coy Flora (fl) |
193-194 |
4 |
| Sup of good whisky will make you glad, A (fl) |
195-196 |
6 |
| Fashion was form'd when the world began (fl) |
196-197 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
197-199 |
5 |
| I like each girl, that I come near (fl) |
199-200 |
3 |
| Young Damon has woo'd me a monstrous long time (fl) |
200-201 |
3 |
| Of Columbia's boast the pride be mine (fl) |
201-203 |
5 |
| Poets may sing of their Helicon streams (fl) |
203-204 |
6 |
| Good-morrow to the day so fair (fl) |
205 |
5 |
| Not, Celia, that I juster am (fl) |
206 |
4 |
| How long shall hapless Colin mourn (fl) |
206-207 |
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| If in that breast, so good, so pure (fl) |
207 |
1 |
| One night, when all the village slept (fl) |
208 |
5 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring (fl) |
209-210 |
10 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
210-211 |
5 |
| A courting I went to my love (fl) |
211-212 |
3 |
| Distracted with care (fl) |
212-213 |
3 |
| Beauties, have ye seen a toy (fl) |
213-214 |
4 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
214-215 |
3 |
| You're welcome to Paxton, Robin Adair (fl) |
216 |
4 |
| When Damon languish'd at my feet (fl) |
216-217 |
4 |
| I envy not the mighty great (fl) |
217 |
3 |