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Page |
Verses |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
1-2 |
6 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
2-3 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent [sic] (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| For our country, when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
4-5 |
4 |
| Say have you seen my Arabel (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Come, messmates, fill the flowing can (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Now we're all met together (fl) |
7-9 |
3 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
9-11 |
3 |
| Hail, great republic of the world! (fl) |
11-12 |
5 |
| How blest the life a soldier leads (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds (fl) |
14-16 |
11 |
| Oh! The hours that I pass'd in the arms of my dear (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
17 |
4 |
| O, ye bucks and ye bloods of the town (fl) |
17-19 |
3 |
| 'Twas past meridian, half past four (fl) |
19-21 |
6 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| Decks were clear'd the gallant band (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Let Sawney loo the lasses, O (fl) |
24-27 |
10 |
| My name d'ye see's Tom Tought, I've seed a little sarvice (fl) |
27-29 |
4 |
| Ah! Tell me ye swains have you seen my Pastora (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
30-34 |
12 |
| Irishman's tongue is so long and so thick, An (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
36-38 |
4 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
38-39 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| In a nate little cabin now far from Kilkenny (fl) |
39-40 |
2 |
| I sail'd fron the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| While high the foaming surges rise (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none ne'er so sightly (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| When first from Kilkenny as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| In the world's crooked path where I've been (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| At the dead of night, when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| Tho' winter spreads her dreer domain (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Cease fair ladies, cease bewailing (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| 'Twas at Stepney Church I was splic'd to Doll (fl) |
49-51 |
4 |
| O think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| When I to London, first came in (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sail'd the world all around (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Begone, dull care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
54 |
2 |
| See the park throng'd with beauties, the tumult's begun (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| Fragrant as the rose-bud throwing (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| Why fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| Coward to Love and Manly Duty, A (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Passing bell no longer toll'd, The (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| 'Tis chaos all, all seems confounded (fl) |
59-60 |
4 |
| Is't my country you'd know? I'm an Irishman born (fl) |
61-63 |
6 |
| I'm a comical fellow, I'll tell you no fib (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Hush ev'ry Breeze, let nothing move (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| With my pipe in one hand and my jug in the other (fl) |
66 |
2 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labour opprest (fl) |
67 |
4 |
| One sweet May morn in Woodley Park (fl) |
67-68 |
5 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| Trees seem'd to fade, as the dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| In the first book of job, that I now mean to guote (fl) |
72-76 |
12 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
73 |
1 |
| Why Moses, why Aaron, my boys, I'm glad (fl) |
73 |
1 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattl'd with fifty fair maids (fl) |
74 |
1 |
| I sigh! And lament me in vain (fl) |
74 |
1 |
| Cease rude Boreas blustering railer (fl) |
74-75 |
1 |
| Oh! Dear what can the matter be (fl) |
75 |
1 |
| Over furze cover'd mountains as weary I roam (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Gallants attend and hear a friend (fl) |
77-80 |
22 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| When our great Sires this land explor'd (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains, that look so distant here (fl) |
82-84 |
5 |
| What mortal can more happy be (fl) |
84-85 |
4 |
| Down the burn and thro' the mead (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| O listen to the voice of love (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
86--87 |
4 |
| It was summer and softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| This world is a stage, where all men engage (fl) |
88-89 |
10 |
| When lav'rocks sweet and yellow broom (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| 'Tis wine that clears the understanding (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Drunk I was last night, that's poz (fl) |
91-92 |
6 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
92-94 |
9 |
| Hunter's up and the ruddy fac'd morn, The (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| When the blythe village-maid leads her flocks to the plain (fl) |
95-96 |
2 |
| Sun from the east tips the mountains with gold, The (fl) |
96-97 |
5 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
98-100 |
5 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
100 |
5 |
| Leave off your foolish prating (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| Guardian Angel now protect me (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Echoing horn call the sportsmen abroad [sic] (fl) |
102-103 |
2 |
| Spring was advancing, the birds were beginning, The (fl) |
103-104 |
5 |
| Stag thro' the forest when rous'd by the horn, The (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
106 |
5 |
| No more I'll court the town bred fair (fl) |
107 |
4 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
108 |
4 |
| Hark, dear girl, the message hear (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattl'd with fifty fair maids (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| Young Willy woo'd me long in vain (fl) |
110-111 |
4 |
| Hark! Hark! Sweet lass, the trumpet sounds (fl) |
111 |
4 |
| To horse ye jolly sportsmen (fl) |
111-113 |
10 |
| Go! Tuneful bird, that glads the sky (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| One summer's eve, when Luna's beams (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| As through the grove the other day (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| See beneath yon bow'r of roses (fl) |
116 |
4 |
| Linnet's next with anxious care, A (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| Since love is the plan (fl) |
117-118 |
2 |
| Happy, harmless, rural pair (fl) |
118 |
3 |
| Lovely Nymph, now cease to languish (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| Banish sorrow grief and folly (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| I dreamt I saw a piteous sight (fl) |
120-121 |
8 |
| Thus for men the women fair (fl) |
121-122 |
2 |
| Busy crew their sails unbending, The (fl) |
122 |
5 |
| As passing by a shady grove (fl) |
123 |
3 |
| My love is gone to sea (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Hark! Hark! The Joy-inspiring Horn (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Says Plato why should man be vain (fl) |
125-126 |
3 |
| Last Valentine's day when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
126-127 |
6 |
| I sing the beauties that adorn (fl) |
127-128 |
4 |
| It was upon a Lammas night (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
129-131 |
7 |
| As my cow I was milking just now in the vale (fl) |
131-132 |
4 |
| Blow chearfully ye winds, till my Henry return (fl) |
132 |
3 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
133 |
3 |
| Lord, what care I for Mam or Dad? (fl) |
134 |
5 |
| On that fair bank where Lubin died (fl) |
134-135 |
4 |
| Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The (fl) |
135-136 |
6 |
| How sweet the rosy blush of morn (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| In vain to me the hours of care (fl) |
140 |
4 |
| Cease, tyrant of my flaming bosom, cease (fl) |
140-141 |
5 |
| Behold on the brow the leaves play in the breeze (fl) |
141-142 |
8 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| Aspasia rolls her sparkling eyes (fl) |
143-144 |
4 |
| Come bustle, drink about (fl) |
144-145 |
7 |
| Knights errant of old (fl) |
145 |
1 |
| De'll burn you a', quoth St. Andrew (fl) |
145 |
1 |
| Now, cotsblood, quoth St. David (fl) |
146 |
1 |
| St. Denis di, mes chere amis (fl) |
146 |
1 |
| St. Patrick, hot as lightning with whiskey and old bumbo (fl) |
146 |
1 |
| When errant knights, in proud array (fl) |
146-147 |
2 |
| Hark! Forward, away, my brave boys to the chace (fl) |
147 |
3 |
| That I might not be plagued with the nonsense of men (fl) |
147-148 |
6 |
| 'Twas at the break of day we spy'd (fl) |
148-149 |
4 |
| Sun shone pale on mountain snow, The (fl) |
150 |
3 |
| Few years ago, in the days of my Granum, A (fl) |
150-151 |
3 |
| What a charming thing's a battle! (fl) |
152 |
3 |
| Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| I winna marry ony mon but Sandy o'er the lee (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
154 |
3 |
| One morning young Roger accosted me thus (fl) |
155 |
6 |
| What pleasures can compare (fl) |
156-157 |
5 |
| O Sandy, why leavest thou thy Nelly to mourn! (fl) |
157-158 |
4 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
158 |
4 |
| When running life's race (fl) |
159-160 |
8 |
| There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the River Dee (fl) |
160-161 |
4 |
| Blow high, blow low, low, let tempests tear (fl) |
161-162 |
3 |
| Of all fine things that the gay celebrate (fl) |
162-163 |
4 |
| Say Phoebe why is gentle love (fl) |
163 |
3 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
164-165 |
4 |
| Acourting I went to my love (fl) |
165 |
6 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
166 |
3 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
166-167 |
4 |
| Go plaintive sounds! And to the fair (fl) |
167-168 |
8 |
| Fame, let thy trumpet sound (fl) |
168-170 |
6 |
| When exil'd freedom forc'd to roam (fl) |
170-171 |
6 |
| At length war's sanguine scenes are o'er (fl) |
171-172 |
6 |
| West of th' old Atlantic, from liberty stands! [sic] (fl) |
173-176 |
14 |
| When America first, at Heaven's command (fl) |
176-177 |
8 |
| Ye sons of France, away to glory (fl) |
178-179 |
4 |
| Since first l'Ambuscade came here (fl) |
179-182 |
13 |
| Lift aloft the trumpet (fl) |
182 |
1 |
| Hail! Social converse! Source of purest pleasure (fl) |
183 |
5 |
| Why give your tyrants the laurel of fame (fl) |
183-188 |
19 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
189-190 |
5 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
190-192 |
11 |
| O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France (fl) |
192-194 |
6 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
194-195 |
4 |
| Whilst in peaceful quarters lying (fl) |
195-198 |
11 |
| Nimrods of the North had among themnselves agreed, sir, The (fl) |
198-201 |
10 |
| Don't blubber, dear Norah, I beg you be easy (fl) |
201-203 |
7 |
| When a natiion's absorb'd under tyranny's chain (fl) |
203-204 |
8 |
| God save . . . . "The Rights of Man!" [sic] (fl) |
204-206 |
8 |
| Columbia! Columbia! To glory arise (fl) |
206-208 |
6 |
| On the cliffs of the Andes, where virtue once reign'd (fl) |
208-210 |
10 |
| While tyranny marshalls her minions around (fl) |
210-212 |
15 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
212-213 |
4 |
| Genius of France from his star begem'd throne, The (fl) |
213-215 |
5 |
| Now let rich music sound (fl) |
215-216 |
6 |
| Again by the spirit of freedom invited (fl) |
217-218 |
4 |
| Power that created the night and the day, The (fl) |
218-219 |
4 |
| Hark! Hark! A joyous, cheering sound (fl) |
219-220 |
4 |
| No longer let king and base princes decree (fl) |
220 |
4 |
| Why stands the tear in Maria's eye (fl) |
220-221 |
4 |
| While landmen wander uncontroul'd (fl) |
221-223 |
7 |
| Let the foes of Great Britain now wantonly brag (fl) |
224-225 |
6 |
| Ye sons of freedom hail the day (fl) |
226-228 |
8 |
| When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd (fl) |
228-229 |
3 |
| Fairest flow'rets bring, The (fl) |
229-230 |
4 |
| From Susquehannah's utmost springs (fl) |
230-232 |
14 |
| When freedom's sons, at Heav'n's command (fl) |
232-235 |
10 |
| Crown'd with auspicious light (fl) |
236-237 |
6 |
| Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold (fl) |
238-239 |
4 |
| When our fathers came o'er (fl) |
239-241 |
10 |
| Independence! How bright are the blessings you give! (fl) |
241-242 |
5 |
| Hail! The first, the greatest blessing (fl) |
242-243 |
6 |
| Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools (fl) |
243-245 |
9 |
| That seat of science Athens, and earth's proud mistress Rome (fl) |
245 |
3 |
| Hail America hail, unrival'd in fame (fl) |
246-248 |
5 |
| To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe (fl) |
248-249 |
3 |
| Come, come, my friends, let's hail the day (fl) |
249-250 |
5 |
| Red arm of slaughter is stretch'd o'er the plain, The (fl) |
250-251 |
5 |
| Ye vile swinish herd in the sty of taxation (fl) |
251-253 |
12 |
| Let's be jovial, fill our glasses (fl) |
254 |
5 |
| When flow'ry meadows deck the year (fl) |
255-256 |
4 |
| Teach me, Chole, how to prove (fl) |
256 |
4 |
| By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay (fl) |
256-257 |
2 |
| Alone on the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
257-258 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
258-259 |
3 |
| Tell me, Hamilla, tell me why (fl) |
260 |
4 |
| When stranded on some desart coast (fl) |
260-261 |
4 |
| Hail lovely maid! Hail power divine! (fl) |
261-262 |
7 |
| Not drunk, nor yet sober, but brother to both (fl) |
263-264 |
7 |
| Ah, where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
264 |
2 |
| On the lake of Killarney I first saw the lad (fl) |
264-265 |
3 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
265-266 |
3 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
266-268 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
268-270 |
8 |
| Sweet are the charms of her I love (fl) |
270-271 |
7 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean (fl) |
271-272 |
3 |
| While the lover is thinking (fl) |
272 |
2 |
| In spite of love at length I've found (fl) |
273-274 |
2 |
| When thy beauty appears (fl) |
274 |
3 |