| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Tho' neither in silks or sattins I'm seen (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Of all the varous states of life (fl) |
7-8 |
7 |
| Beggar I am, and of low degree, A (fl) |
8-9 |
2 |
| Ere around the huge oak tree that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| If e'er I shall learn the sweet lessons of love (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| When I was a young one, what girl was like me (fl) |
11-12 |
6 |
| Wine, wine we allow the brisk fountain of mirth (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| All you who would wish to succeed with a lass (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| I have rambled, I own it, whole years up and down (fl) |
14-15 |
5 |
| Come brother bucks and I'll tip you a song (fl) |
15-16 |
6 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
16-18 |
5 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the pleasant month of May (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| Who better knows the world than I (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| I've travell'd far from my native home (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labour opprest (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| I'm jolly Dick, the lamplighter (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| Ah! tell me ye swains,have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad is in his grave (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| I sigh for a maid, and a sweet pretty maid (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Behold the man that is unlucky (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Oh! Where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
34-35 |
6 |
| Women and wine compare so well (fl) |
35-36 |
1 |
| Wanton god, who pierces hearts, The (fl) |
36 |
4 |
| On Afric's wide plain where the lion, now roaring (fl) |
37-38 |
6 |
| If life's a rough path, as the sages have said (fl) |
38-30 |
3 |
| If to force me to sing it be your intention (fl) |
39-41 |
7 |
| Across the fields the other morn (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| As Dolly sat milking her cow (fl) |
42 |
3 |
| There was a mad man, and he had a mad wife (fl) |
43 |
4 |
| My wife she died last Saturday night (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| As lately I ask'd a brisk girl for a kiss (fl) |
44 |
2 |
| When rural lads and lasses gay (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| Hence Henry, perfidious, this instant retire (fl) |
45-46 |
6 |
| In a sweet healthy air, on a farm of my own (fl) |
46-47 |
5 |
| As I went to the fair that is held on the green (fl) |
47-48 |
5 |
| I am marry'd, and happy, with wonder hear this (fl) |
48-49 |
4 |
| It was over the mountain and over the moor (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| I've plenty of lovers that sue me in vain (fl) |
50 |
3 |
| Lectur'd by Pa and Ma o'er night (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| Walk in, walk in, each beau and belle (fl) |
52-54 |
4 |
| Ye wealthy and proud while in splendour ye roll (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| Twas a beautiful night, and the stars they shone bright (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Since Zeph'rus first tasted the charms of coy Flora (fl) |
57-59 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| There once was a farmer and he had a cow (fl) |
60-61 |
11 |
| As on a pleasant hill I stood (fl) |
61 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
63-64 |
5 |
| Piper on the meadows straying, A (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Ha! What is this that on my brow (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| Said Moll Drew to Winney my husband is a sad man (fl) |
66-68 |
4 |
| Both sexes give ear to my fancy (fl) |
68 |
5 |
| Could you to battle march away (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Arise, arise, Britannia's sons arise (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| Guardian of our nation, stand firm in your station (fl) |
73-74 |
6 |
| 'Twas at the break of day we spy'd (fl) |
74-75 |
8 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant and jolly (fl) |
75-77 |
4 |
| Though the lawyer comes to woo (fl) |
77-78 |
2 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies Tom Bowling (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| My mother got married, my father got me (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| Life's like a sea in constant motion [sic] (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| Gaily, lads! Our friends we're leaving (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| For Columbia, when with favoring gale (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| O you whose lives on land are pass'd (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| If ever a sailor was fond of good sport (fl) |
84-85 |
5 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| When, first at sea, the sailor lad (fl) |
86-87 |
2 |
| While high the foaming surges rise (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| As you mean to sail for the land of delight (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Your Molly has never been false, she declares (fl) |
89-90 |
2 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| What argufies pride and ambition? (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| When my money was gone I gained in the wars (fl) |
93-94 |
6 |
| When the anchor is weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd (fl) |
94-95 |
6 |
| [Decks were clear'd, the gallant band, The] (fl) |
96 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| Hampton Roads are right ahead, The (fl) |
97-99 |
3 |
| Ye landsmen of Columbia, who live at home at ease (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| Peaceful slumbering on the ocean (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| How pleasant a sailor's life passes (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Blow high blow low, let tempest tear (fl) |
102 |
3 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Now Harry has left me to ploughs the salt sea (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I have seen a little service (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I am wiping? (fl) |
106-108 |
4 |
| Why droops my Nan, and why those tears (fl) |
108 |
2 |
| Sing the Columbian Seaman's praise [sic] (fl) |
109-111 |
7 |
| Ben Backstay loved the gentle Anna (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| Distress me with those tears more [sic] (fl) |
112 |
3 |
| Be hush'd the loud breeze and soft roll the rough billow (fl) |
112-113 |
3 |
| Sweet is the ship, that under sail (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moored (fl) |
115-116 |
8 |
| Wand'ring sailor plough the main, The (fl) |
117 |
3 |
| Come, loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| 'Twas one day in Boston, past dangers o'er-hauling (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| When scarce a handspike high (fl) |
120-121 |
5 |
| When bending o'er the lofty yard (fl) |
121-122 |
3 |
| Come, pretty Poll, thy tears refrain (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth, was my dear (fl) |
123 |
3 |
| Kiss he gave me when he left me behind, The (fl) |
124 |
3 |
| Ye lingering winds that feebly blow (fl) |
125 |
5 |
| When fair Susan I left with a heart full of woe (fl) |
126 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
127-128 |
4 |
| Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The (fl) |
129-130 |
6 |
| Let the toast be Love and Beauty (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Wind was hush'd the fleecy wave, The (fl) |
131-132 |
5 |
| Sails unfurl'd, the ship's unmoored, The (fl) |
132-133 |
4 |
| Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| D' ye mind me, I once was a sailor (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| From north to south, from east to west (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd (fl) |
136 |
3 |
| I sail'd from New-York in the Nancy (fl) |
137-138 |
5 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer (fl) |
140-142 |
9 |
| Scarcely had the blushing morning (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| My uncle is dead, and I'm now very sad (fl) |
143-144 |
3 |
| Why should our joys transform to pain? (fl) |
145-147 |
10 |
| Ariadne one morning to Theseus was turning (fl) |
147-149 |
4 |
| Give me but a wife, I expect not to find (fl) |
149-150 |
6 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
150-151 |
4 |
| Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow? (fl) |
151-152 |
4 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| 'Tis love holds the bright torch of nature (fl) |
153 |
3 |
| When you meet a tender creature (fl) |
154 |
2 |
| Rise, Cynthia rise---rise, Cynthia rise (fl) |
154-155 |
2 |
| Wide o'er the tremulous sea (fl) |
155 |
3 |
| Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love (fl) |
156 |
3 |
| As I strayed o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
156-159 |
6 |
| I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling (fl) |
159-160 |
4 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty fly (fl) |
160 |
2 |
| There's something in women their lovers engage (fl) |
160-161 |
4 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
161-163 |
5 |
| In choice of a husband we widows are nice (fl) |
163 |
3 |
| Greatest skill in life, The (fl) |
164 |
2 |
| Tho' man has long boasted an absolute sway (fl) |
164-165 |
4 |
| Why should you, dear girl, why should you look pale (fl) |
165-166 |
6 |
| Push about the brisk bowl, 'twill enliven the heart (fl) |
167-168 |
7 |
| Cast my love, thine eyes around (fl) |
168-169 |
5 |
| When I was a youngster, and lived with my dad (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| To hear a sweet goldfinches sonnet (fl) |
170-171 |
3 |
| When I was a youngster I first was apprentice (fl) |
171-172 |
3 |
| If love's a sweet passion how can it torment? (fl) |
172-173 |
3 |
| Says Plato---Why should man be vain (fl) |
173-174 |
3 |
| One---Female companion to soften my cares (fl) |
174 |
1 |
| Well, here I am, and what of that (fl) |
175 |
3 |
| Wicked wits, as fancy hits, The (fl) |
176-177 |
5 |
| Why should we at our lot repine (fl) |
177-178 |
5 |
| Psalm or a song-singing cobler I am, A (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| Faith, you must know I once was born (fl) |
180 |
4 |
| Let who will complain of the troubles they meet (fl) |
181-182 |
11 |
| When I to London first came in (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| Thou soft flowing Avon (fl) |
183-184 |
4 |
| Farewell, dear Glenowen, adieu to thy mountains (fl) |
184-186 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and flowery dales (fl) |
186 |
|
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
187-190 |
8 |
| Now we're launched on the world (fl) |
190-191 |
3 |
| 'Tis said we vent'rers die hard, when we leave shore (fl) |
191-192 |
3 |
| Begone, dull care, prithee begone from me (fl) |
193 |
2 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
193-194 |
3 |
| Though I am but a very little lad (fl) |
194-195 |
3 |
| I once was but a pedlar, and my shop was in my box (fl) |
195-197 |
5 |
| Would you be taught, ye feather'd throng (fl) |
197-199 |
4 |
| Yes---yes be merciless, thou tempest dire (fl) |
199 |
2 |
| Yes---I heard the roaring ocean (fl) |
200 |
3 |
| I have listened too long to thy tale (fl) |
200-201 |
2 |
| When Cupids leave the virgin's face (fl) |
201-202 |
3 |
| Friendship's a noble generous flame (fl) |
202-203 |
3 |
| Ye fair, be advis'd by a friend (fl) |
203 |
3 |
| To a farmer in Dorset a poor woman went (fl) |
204 |
6 |
| Just arriv'd plump & hearty from Cumberland (fl) |
205 |
3 |
| When I follow'd a lass that was froward and shy (fl) |
206 |
1 |
| In the world's crooked paths where I've been (fl) |
206 |
3 |
| There's something in kissing---I cannot tell why (fl) |
207 |
2 |
| It is not wealth, it is not birth (fl) |
207 |
1 |
| My heart is as honest, and brave as the best (fl) |
208 |
2 |
| Lord, what care I for mam or dad (fl) |
208 |
5 |
| Had I a heart for falsehood framed (fl) |
208 |
4 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul (fl) |
210-211 |
5 |
| Awake, my fair, sweet Mary wake (fl) |
211-212 |
3 |
| Let court lovers pay adorations to crowns (fl) |
212-213 |
7 |
| There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee (fl) |
214 |
4 |
| O, you all must have heard of the learned pig (fl) |
215-216 |
6 |
| Cards were sent, the Muses came, The (fl) |
217-218 |
5 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
218-219 |
3 |
| Brother soldiers, why cast down (fl) |
219-220 |
3 |
| He comes---he comes---the hero comes! (fl) |
220 |
2 |
| O what a charming thing's a battle (fl) |
221 |
3 |
| When the sweet smiling Moon rolls her orb through the sky (fl) |
222 |
4 |
| This world is a stage (fl) |
223-225 |
15 |
| Now, Joan, we are married---and now let me say (fl) |
226-227 |
7 |
| Ye lasses and lads that join the gay throng (fl) |
227-228 |
5 |
| My dog and my mistress are both of a kind (fl) |
228-229 |
4 |
| From morning till night, and wherever I go (fl) |
229-230 |
5 |
| Leave party disputes, your attention I pray (fl) |
230-231 |
6 |
| Tobacco's but an Indian weed (fl) |
231-232 |
5 |
| What think you, my friends---'tis wond'rous to me (fl) |
232 |
4 |
| Well met, pretty nymph, said a jolly young swain (fl) |
233-234 |
5 |
| Ye virgins attend (fl) |
234-235 |
5 |
| Attend all you lasses and lads to my lay (fl) |
235-236 |
7 |
| One evening alone in the grove (fl) |
236-237 |
3 |
| My daddy, O, was very good (fl) |
237-238 |
4 |
| With woman and wine I defy every care (fl) |
238-239 |
5 |
| My mother oft talk'd of beaus of the town (fl) |
239-240 |
3 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
240-241 |
4 |
| Come Cecilia---tell me why (fl) |
242 |
5 |
| Be content in your station, my friend (fl) |
243 |
7 |
| There was a bonny blade, who had married a maid (fl) |
244-245 |
8 |
| When lovely woman stoops to folly (fl) |
245 |
2 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
246 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted his chariot of day (fl) |
247 |
3 |
| Hounds are all out, and the morning does peep, The (fl) |
248 |
3 |
| Sun from the east tips the mountains with gold, The (fl) |
248-249 |
5 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
250-251 |
6 |
| Rising Aurora now gilds the sweet morn, The (fl) |
251-252 |
3 |
| Sweet scented beau, and a simpering young cit, A (fl) |
252 |
3 |
| Gloomy night before us flies, The (fl) |
253-255 |
14 |
| Well met, fellow-freemen, let's cheerfully greet (fl) |
255-257 |
4 |
| Not two ages yet have fled (fl) |
257-259 |
5 |
| In a land where no despot the sceptre doth sway (fl) |
259-260 |
5 |
| Hail Liberty---Supreme delight (fl) |
260-261 |
4 |
| When darkness spread her sable vest (fl) |
261-262 |
5 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
262-263 |
8 |
| Poets may sing of their Helicon Streams (fl) |
264-265 |
6 |
| Hail! Sons of Columbia, the day which our sires (fl) |
265-267 |
5 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to gory arise (fl) |
267-269 |
6 |
| Beauties of Flora delightfully blooming, The (fl) |
269 |
2 |
| God save America (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Work is done---let praise pervade these courts (fl) |
271-272 |
6 |
| From the seat of bliss above (fl) |
273-274 |
10 |
| Ere God the universe began (fl) |
274-275 |
5 |
| When quite a young spark (fl) |
275-277 |
7 |
| When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes (fl) |
277-278 |
8 |
| Assist my muse. thy influence bring (fl) |
279-280 |
8 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
280-281 |
2 |
| Almighty Sire! our Heavenly King (fl) |
281 |
3 |
| Bacchus open all thy treasure (fl) |
282 |
5 |