| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| There's a difference between a beggar and a Queen (fl) |
5-9 |
7 |
| Like Aetna's dread volcano see the ample forge (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe (fl) |
11-12 |
2 |
| When I was at home as the lark I was gay (fl) |
12-13 |
5 |
| Oh take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
14-17 |
6 |
| Blue Peter to the mast-head flew (fl) |
17-18 |
8 |
| Hail! America Hail! unrivalled in fame (fl) |
18-20 |
6 |
| Ize a Yorkshire man just come to town (fl) |
20-22 |
7 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| By the side of the brig that stands over yon brook (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Now the rage of battle ended (fl) |
26-28 |
7 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
29 |
3 |
| Where Emma's mould'ring ashes lay (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Come listen my hearties to true loyal Ned (fl) |
30-32 |
4 |
| Almighty gave the high behest, Th' (fl) |
32-34 |
4 |
| With timbers green, from childhood's docks (fl) |
34-36 |
5 |
| When pretty Poll had slipt her stays (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
38-41 |
9 |
| Walk in, walk in, each beau and belle (fl) |
41-43 |
4 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and fair, The (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Charming maid of Lodi, The (fl) |
45-46 |
|
| Mother were dead, and sister were married (fl) |
46-48 |
5 |
| Says my father, says he one day to I (fl) |
48-50 |
5 |
| There is a proverb fery old (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Fairest flow'rets bring, The (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| I sing of a war set on foot for a toy (fl) |
52-53 |
6 |
| Ye vile swinish herd in the sty of taxation (fl) |
54-56 |
13 |
| Without the help of gamut, note demisemiquave crocket or minim (fl) |
56-58 |
6 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
58-59 |
2 |
| Player bold in Staffordshire, set in for country quarters, A (fl) |
59-60 |
5 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
61 |
2 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
61-63 |
5 |
| Is't my country you'd know? I'm an Irishman born (fl) |
63-65 |
6 |
| Old Mary, her poor husband died (fl) |
65-68 |
4 |
| Tumult of battle had ceas'd--high in air (fl) |
68-69 |
9 |
| Sam Sailyard lov'd Sally the girl of his heart (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| Believe me, believe me, in country and town (fl) |
70-72 |
3 |
| In a little blue garment, all ragged and torn (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
74 |
2 |
| Our bugles had sung, for the night cloud had lower'd (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| O have you not heard of Kate Kearney (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| To a shady retreat fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
76 |
2 |
| When Steerswell heard me first impart (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Your Molly has never been false she declares (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| You all know Tom Moody the whipper in well (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer I have hounds (fl) |
81 |
2 |
| As old Goody Jenkins was snoring away (fl) |
82-84 |
|
| Be it known to all those whosoe'er it regards (fl) |
84-85 |
6 |
| Why don't you know me by my scars? (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| 'Twas one day at Wapping his dangers o'erhauling (fl) |
86-88 |
4 |
| Sup of good whiskey will make you glad, A (fl) |
88-90 |
7 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Oh what a dainty fine thing is the girlk I love (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
92-94 |
5 |
| My name is Justin the cobler (fl) |
94-95 |
5 |
| Your servant good gentlefolks how do you do (fl) |
95-96 |
7 |
| Boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream, A (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| In the first book of Job which I now mean to quote (fl) |
98-99 |
5 |
| Bearing up to gain the port, And (fl) |
99 |
2 |
| Why, Moses, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
99-100 |
1 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
100 |
2 |
| Jeremiah rose next, sir, at Moses' desire (fl) |
100 |
2 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
100-101 |
2 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
101 |
1 |
| O dear, what can the matter be (fl) |
102 |
|
| Ye jobbers, underwriters, ye tribe of pen and ink (fl) |
103-104 |
5 |