| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Come each gallant lad, who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Arise! Arise! Britannia's sons Arise! (fl) |
4-6 |
4 |
| Arise! Arise! Columbia's Sons Arise! (fl) |
6-8 |
4 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
9-10 |
5 |
| Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| Cease, cease; those sighs I cannot bear (fl) |
11 |
4 |
| All in the bay the fleet lay moor'd (fl) |
11-13 |
8 |
| Where is sweet William, where is my dear (fl) |
13-15 |
7 |
| In the world's crooked path where I've been (fl) |
15-16 |
5 |
| Alone on the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
16-17 |
6 |
| For our country when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Why should we at our lots repine (fl) |
19-20 |
5 |
| Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Tuneful linnet's warbling notes, The (fl) |
24 |
2 |
| Oh, think on my fate! Once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| Ah! Soldiers of Britain! Your merciless doings (fl) |
26-28 |
12 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Twas past meridian, half past four (fl) |
30-31 |
6 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Now mounted--so-ho, away let us go (fl) |
34 |
4 |
| As cross the field, the other morn (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
37-39 |
9 |
| Begone, Dull Care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
39-40 |
2 |
| At dead of night, the hour when courts (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| Could you to the battle march away (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| At the sound of the horn (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| Last, the fatal hour is come, The (fl) |
45-46 |
10 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
46-48 |
5 |
| When Britain first at heaven's command (fl) |
48-50 |
6 |
| Why heaves my troubled breast with sighs (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
51-52 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Come sit brother bucks and I'll tip you a song (fl) |
54-55 |
6 |
| Day is departed & round from the cloud, The (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| Hark! The din of distant war (fl) |
57 |
3 |
| Why droops my Nan, and why those tears (fl) |
57-58 |
2 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Adieu ye tender visions of delight (fl) |
59-60 |
6 |
| Oh! Where and oh where is your Highland laddie gone? (fl) |
60-61 |
4 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| Silent I tread this lonely wood (fl) |
62 |
4 |
| Ye streams that round my prison creep (fl) |
63 |
2 |
| Brother soldiers, why cast down (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| In a chariot of light, from the regions of day (fl) |
64-66 |
6 |
| Old Homer! --but what have we with him to do (fl) |
66-67 |
9 |
| Adieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains! (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| As thro' the grove the other day (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| There is something in kissing (fl) |
70-71 |
2 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
71-72 |
8 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
73-76 |
6 |
| In Liquorpond Street as it is well known to many (fl) |
76-81 |
24 |
| Whereever I'm going and all the day long (fl) |
82 |
4 |
| You know I'm your priest and your conscince is mine [sic] (fl) |
83-84 |
5 |
| As Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky (fl) |
84-85 |
4 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
86-88 |
5 |
| To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (fl) |
88-89 |
6 |
| In a mouldering cave a wretched retreat (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| Wide o'er the tremulous sea (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Conven'd we're met my jovial souls (fl) |
91-92 |
7 |
| Adieu, a heart, fond, warm, adieu (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| Hail! Brother masons hail! (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Come let us prepare (fl) |
95-96 |
7 |
| Grant us, kind heav'n what we request (fl) |
97 |
4 |
| Blest Masonry! Thy arts dinine [sic] (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| Ye gracious powers of choral song (fl) |
99-100 |
10 |
| Assembled and tyl'd, let us social agree (fl) |
100-101 |
5 |
| Ere God the universe began (fl) |
101-102 |
5 |