| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| Ye streams that round my prison creep (fl) |
6 |
2 |
| Down in the valley the sun setting clearly (fl) |
6 |
1 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
7 |
3 |
| Oh take me to your arms my love (fl) |
8 |
3 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
8-9 |
3 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
9 |
2 |
| Adieu ye streams that smoothly flow (fl) |
10 |
2 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Cloe requested (fl) |
10 |
2 |
| In a mouldering cave where the wretched retreat (fl) |
11 |
4 |
| 'Twas past meridian, half past four (fl) |
12-13 |
6 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| By the moonlight on the green (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
15-16 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad in his grave (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| For England when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
18 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hounds and horn (fl) |
19 |
2 |
| Her mouth which a smile (fl) |
19 |
2 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'er shadows yon mill (fl) |
20 |
1 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| O have you not heard of Kate Kearney (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
22 |
2 |
| Did not tyrant custom guide me (fl) |
22 |
2 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
23 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
24 |
4 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| When absent from her my soul holds most dear (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Sweet is the breath of morn (fl) |
26 |
1 |
| Tell her I'll love her while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
27 |
2 |
| Weel I like ye Johnny lad (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| O fortune, how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
29-30 |
9 |
| All in the downs the fleet lay moor'd (fl) |
31-32 |
8 |
| Oh Lady fair, where art thou roaming (fl) |
32-33 |
10 |
| What is there ill news, you're so sad, Robin Grey (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| Let ev'ry Pagan muse be gone (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Faintly as tolls the evening chime (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| Oh think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| Soft zephyrs, on thy balmy wing (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
37-38 |
6 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
39-40 |
5 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Since then I'm doomed this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
42 |
3 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| Rise Cynthia, rise (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship, that under sail (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd, lately wash'd in a show'r (fl) |
46 |
5 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| Stay, lady, stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
48-49 |
5 |
| Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bowers (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
50-51 |
7 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
51 |
2 |
| From night till morn I take my glass (fl) |
52 |
2 |
| Mayhap you have heard that as dear as their lives (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| Who has ever been in London, that overgrown place (fl) |
53-55 |
11 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
55-56 |
2 |
| Ye wealthy and proud, while in splendor ye roll (fl) |
56-57 |
6 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
57 |
4 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
58-59 |
5 |
| I've searched each cottage far and near (fl) |
59-60 |
6 |
| Dying thrush young Edwy found, A (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| Street was a ruin, and night's horrid glare (fl) |
61 |
3 |
| My name d'ye see's Tom Tough (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Unfurl's were the sails bearing William afar (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
64-65 |
8 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
66 |
3 |
| Henry came to me last week (fl) |
66-67 |
4 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| Village hind with toil had done, The (fl) |
68 |
4 |
| Loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
69 |
4 |
| I be one of those sailor who thinks its no lie (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Lady in fair Sevile city, A (fl) |
70 |
2 |
| Why, what's that to you if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
71 |
4 |
| Sweet brier grows in the merry green wood, The (fl) |
72 |
7 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
73 |
2 |
| When William, at eve, meets me down at the stile (fl) |
73 |
2 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
74 |
3 |
| On the brow of a hill, where the stream gurgles down (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| Wandering sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
75-76 |
3 |
| Mist from the mountains, proclaim'd it was morn, The (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| Come haste to the wedding, ye friends and ye neighbors (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| Where is the smile, that was heaven to our eye (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
78 |
2 |
| Tho' vain my most impassioned tale (fl) |
79 |
3 |
| Sweet woodland maid, my beauteous queen (fl) |
79-80 |
2 |
| What virgin or shepherd, of valley or grove (fl) |
80 |
3 |
| I've plenty of lovers who sue me in vain (fl) |
81 |
2 |
| Little Cupid's quite a stranger (fl) |
81 |
3 |
| Gather your rose buds while you may (fl) |
82 |
1 |
| To hear a tender lover sigh (fl) |
82 |
2 |
| Thy braes were bonny yarrow stream (fl) |
83-84 |
5 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Rose just bursting into bloom, The (fl) |
85 |
2 |
| Come buy my ripe cherries, fair maidens come buy (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
86-87 |
3 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Lillies were blowing, The (fl) |
89 |
2 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
90 |
2 |
| Poor little gipsy, I wander forlorn, A (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Come thou soft and sacred favour (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| Soft as yon silver ray, that sleeps (fl) |
92 |
4 |
| World, my dear Mira is full of deceit, The (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| When sable night, each drooping plant restoring (fl) |
93 |
1 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
94 |
2 |
| Ere bright Rosina met my eyes (fl) |
94 |
3 |
| When William Tell was doomed to die (fl) |
95 |
1 |
| O had my love ne'er smil'd on me (fl) |
95-96 |
2 |
| Ah! Welcome merry hour of dawn! (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| In gaudy courts, with aching heart (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| How sweet when the silver moon is blinking (fl) |
97 |
1 |
| See, ye swains, yon streaks of red (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| How beauteous is evening! The setting sun shines (fl) |
98-99 |
6 |
| When storms are sunk to rest (fl) |
100 |
2 |
| Consult this joy-flush'd cheek (fl) |
100-101 |
2 |
| Friendship is the bond of reason (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| Morn returns, in saffron drest (fl) |
101 |
1 |
| When once love's subtle poison gains (fl) |
102 |
2 |
| 'Tis not wealth, it is not birth (fl) |
102 |
1 |
| How much superior beauty awes (fl) |
102 |
1 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| Hope thou nurse of young desire (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Cupid god of soft persuasion (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| Ye pow'rs who make virtue your care (fl) |
104-105 |
2 |
| I travers'd Judah's barren sand (fl) |
105-106 |
6 |
| Hardy sailor braves the ocean (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| Spring with smiling face is seen, The (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| Faint and wearily, the way-worn traveller (fl) |
107 |
2 |
| Mark, my Alford, all the joys (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| Tell, me babbling Echo, why (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
109 |
2 |
| Meadows look cheerful, the first sweetly sing, The (fl) |
109 |
2 |
| When first to Helen's lute (fl) |
110 |
4 |
| Have you not seen the timid tear (fl) |
110-111 |
2 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
111 |
2 |
| Young Will of the dale, lov'd Lucinda the fair (fl) |
112 |
3 |
| Rose full of beauty attracted the eyes, A (fl) |
113 |
4 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
113-114 |
2 |
| Twas on the twenty first of June (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| Now the dancing sunbeams play (fl) |
115 |
2 |
| Why should I vain fears discover (fl) |
116 |
3 |
| I knew a maid divinely fair (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Oh! That the strains of heartfelt joy (fl) |
117 |
2 |
| When the widow and orphan renew (fl) |
117 |
2 |
| Deep in my breast the rosy tyrant dwells (fl) |
118 |
2 |
| Dear wedlock's joys to taste (fl) |
118 |
2 |
| Oft wealth or ambition will tempt us to dare (fl) |
119 |
2 |
| Gentle airs your balmy zephyrs send (fl) |
119 |
2 |
| With trembling steps and sinking heart (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| For foreign climes to cross the sea (fl) |
120 |
2 |
| Beauty's smile, the gift of nature (fl) |
121 |
2 |
| Musick first with voice rebounding (fl) |
121-122 |
4 |
| O say, simple maid, have you form'd any notion (fl) |
122 |
4 |
| Tho' foster'd in the humble cot (fl) |
123 |
4 |
| He was fam'd for deeds of arms (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Hither, Venus, with your doves (fl) |
125 |
1 |
| Say, little, foolish, fluttering thing (fl) |
125 |
1 |
| Fair truth, thou bright auspicious pow'r (fl) |
126 |
1 |
| Where'er true valor can its power display (fl) |
126 |
1 |
| Hush, hush! Such counsels do not give (fl) |
126 |
1 |
| Calm the winds; the distant ocean (fl) |
127 |
4 |
| When beauty's smiling queen alone (fl) |
127 |
1 |
| From hope's fond dream tho' reason wake (fl) |
128 |
2 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
128-129 |
3 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
129-130 |
7 |
| I lock'd up all my treasure (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Spirit of my sainted sire (fl) |
131 |
4 |
| Oh! Nanny wilt thou gang with me (fl) |
132 |
4 |
| In vain, dear friends, each art to try (fl) |
133 |
2 |
| When first the dear youth passing by (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| Contented all day, I will sit at your side (fl) |
134-135 |
5 |
| Why shun me thus my charming Kate? (fl) |
135 |
3 |
| Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen (fl) |
136 |
1 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
136 |
2 |
| Nor father nor mother has poor little Nell (fl) |
137 |
3 |
| When hoary frost hung on each thorn (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair (fl) |
138-139 |
2 |
| When the bonny grey morning just peeps thro' the skies (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| When bounding o'er the lofty yard (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| Moving to the melody of music's note (fl) |
141 |
4 |
| As 'cross the fields the other morn (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| Now, Joan, we are marry'd, and now let me say (fl) |
142-143 |
6 |
| 'Twas in the ev'ning of a wint'ry day (fl) |
143-144 |
6 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear (fl) |
144-145 |
3 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
145-146 |
3 |
| O'er the gloomy woods resounding (fl) |
146 |
3 |
| Guardian angels, now protect me (fl) |
147 |
3 |
| Top-sails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| O Sandy, why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn (fl) |
148-149 |
4 |
| When Jack parted from me to plough the salt deep (fl) |
149-150 |
3 |
| Sweet, sweet, at the close of the day (fl) |
150-151 |
4 |
| When whistling winds are heard to blow (fl) |
151-152 |
3 |
| When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me (fl) |
152-153 |
2 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
153 |
2 |
| No mair ye bonny lasses gay (fl) |
154-155 |
4 |
| Deck's were clear'd, the gallant band, The (fl) |
155-156 |
3 |
| When the moon shines o'er the deep (fl) |
156 |
2 |
| Of all the swains, both far and near (fl) |
157 |
3 |
| Could you to battle march away (fl) |
158-159 |
4 |
| Young Jemmy was a Highland lad (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
160 |
3 |
| When wild war's deadly blast was blawn (fl) |
161-163 |
16 |
| Shepherds, I have lost my love (fl) |
163 |
4 |
| O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and bare (fl) |
164 |
4 |
| Come sing round my favourite tree (fl) |
165 |
2 |
| Trees seem to fade, as the dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
166-167 |
3 |
| Down by the river there grows a green willow (fl) |
167 |
2 |
| New bowery Richmond, Thames's pride (fl) |
168 |
3 |
| When in war on the ocean we meet the proud foe (fl) |
168-169 |
3 |
| In a cottage I live, and the cot of content (fl) |
169-170 |
5 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labor opprest (fl) |
170-171 |
4 |
| Saw ye my wee thing? Saw ye mine ain thing? (fl) |
171-172 |
10 |
| Say, should the bards of ancient Greece and Rome (fl) |
173-177 |
30 |
| Don't you remember a poor peasant's daughter (fl) |
177 |
4 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
178-179 |
6 |
| Sainted shades, who dar'd to brave (fl) |
179-180 |
4 |
| When Edward first heard Poll of Plymouth was dead (fl) |
181 |
3 |
| For tenderness form'd, in life's early day (fl) |
181-182 |
3 |
| By the side of a mountain o'er shadow'd with trees (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| Fav'rites of fortune their treasures may boast, The (fl) |
183-184 |
5 |
| Blow, blow, thou winter's wind (fl) |
184 |
2 |
| Stag thro' the forest, when rous'd by the horn (fl) |
184 |
2 |
| When the sheep are in the fold, and the ky come hame (fl) |
185-186 |
9 |
| When music, blest maid, as the mandate of heaven (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee (fl) |
187-188 |
4 |
| Wide over the tremulous sea (fl) |
188-189 |
3 |
| In infancy our hopes and fears (fl) |
189 |
2 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove (fl) |
189-190 |
3 |
| To all that breathe the air of heaven (fl) |
190 |
|
| No lark thate'er whistled aloft o'er the downs (fl) |
191 |
4 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
192 |
4 |
| As I know 'tis dear Celia's intention to wed (fl) |
193 |
4 |
| O, the hours I have pass'd in the arms of my dear (fl) |
194 |
3 |
| In tatter'd weed, from town to towm (fl) |
194 |
2 |
| Fair lady, tho' low is our cot in the vale (fl) |
195 |
2 |
| Thou soft flowing Avon, by thy silvery stream (fl) |
195-196 |
4 |
| I sing a maid of Lodi, whose kindness once to me (fl) |
196-197 |
6 |
| Stay traveller, tarry here to night (fl) |
197 |
5 |
| Lightly tread, 'tis hallow'd ground (fl) |
198 |
2 |
| On that lone bank where Lubin died (fl) |
198 |
4 |
| Glorious Apollo from on high beheld us (fl) |
199 |
2 |
| When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain (fl) |
199 |
2 |
| Oh! Should I fly from the world love to thee (fl) |
200 |
4 |
| Oh has thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
201 |
3 |
| Deep in love, yes! 'tis love (fl) |
201 |
5 |