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Page |
Verses |
| 'twas past Meridian, half past four (fl) |
4-5 |
6 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| 'Twas in the good ship Rover (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
8-10 |
5 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, and the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
10-11 |
7 |
| Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
11-12 |
6 |
| When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars (fl) |
12 |
6 |
| Since Epilogue speaking to me is quite new, Sir (fl) |
13-14 |
9 |
| 'Twas Paddy O'Flannigan set out one morning (fl) |
14-16 |
5 |
| Sailor dares the burning line, The (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| When, first at sea, the sailor lad (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| On Richmond Hill there feeds a pig (fl) |
18 |
4 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Standing one summer's day on the Tower slip (fl) |
19-23 |
9 |
| Four and twenty fidlers all a row (fl) |
23-25 |
11 |
| For England when with favoring gales (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| All in the downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
26-27 |
7 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
28-30 |
9 |
| While high the foaming surges rise (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Come, sailors, be filling the can (fl) |
31-32 |
6 |
| Sing the Columbian Seaman's praise (fl) |
32-34 |
7 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
35-36 |
6 |