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| When "Friendship, Love, and Truth" abound (fl) |
1-2 |
3 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
2 |
3 |
| Stay sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
3 |
3 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Careless whistling Lad am I, A (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, The (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| With ceaseless care we court our charms (fl) |
6-7 |
7 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
7-8 |
6 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
8 |
2 |
| Faint and wearliy the way-worn traveller (fl) |
9 |
2 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
9 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
10 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
11 |
4 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Friendship, thou charmer of the mind (fl) |
13-14 |
5 |
| Ah! tell me ye swains, have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
15-16 |
4 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| As Cupid in a garden stray'd (fl) |
17 |
4 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Spring time returns, and cloaths the green plains, The (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
19-20 |
10 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a lass (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arrabell? (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| Soft zephyr on thy balmy wing (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
26-27 |
5 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
27 |
3 |
| If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast (fl) |
28 |
4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
28-29 |
5 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
29-30 |
5 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
30-31 |
5 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
31-32 |
6 |
| In the world's crooked path where I have been (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Tho' muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| By moonlight on the green (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| Soft blew the gale near yon bank side (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
38 |
4 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Come buy of poor Mary primroses I sell (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| Oh! see that form that faintly gleams (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Hence, fell discontent and its murmuring train (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| As down on Banna's bank I stray'd (fl) |
40-42 |
7 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| See down Eliza's blushing cheek (fl) |
43 |
4 |
| Sun when arising, bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| What virgin or Shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Glist'ning tear that virtue shed, The (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| Tell me, babbling echo, why (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
50-52 |
4 |
| Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
53-54 |
5 |
| Mark me Alford, all the joys (fl) |
54 |
2 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| When on thy bosom I recline (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| Ye tuneful linnets bless my care (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose! (fl) |
57 |
4 |
| In my pleasant native plains (fl) |
58 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the evening of a wintry day (fl) |
58-59 |
5 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Rebecca was the fairest maid (fl) |
60-61 |
7 |
| O! listen, listen to the voice ofLlove (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
62 |
5 |
| At the close of the day, when the Hamlet is still (fl) |
63-64 |
6 |
| Too late for redress, but too soon for my ease (fl) |
64 |
2 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
65 |
4 |
| I have a silent sorrow (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
66 |
3 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
68 |
2 |
| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Friendship to every willing mind (fl) |
69-70 |
5 |
| Ma Chere Amie, my charming fair (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| Heavy hours are almost past, The (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
72 |
2 |
| Hence, far from me ye senseless toys (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| Moment comes on which we sever, The (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
74-75 |
6 |
| Prey to tender anguish, A (fl) |
76-77 |
5 |
| On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| O Logie of Buchan, O Logie the laird (fl) |
78 |
4 |
| O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labor oppress'd (fl) |
79-80 |
6 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
80 |
2 |
| As I strayed o'er a Common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
81-82 |
6 |
| When stranded on some desart coast (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Sweet Nightingale no more complain (fl) |
85 |
2 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| From place to place I travers'd long (fl) |
86-87 |
3 |
| Ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| Since then I 'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
88 |
2 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
89 |
5 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
90 |
6 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| Tell me, Charlotte, what is love? (fl) |
91-92 |
2 |
| Conflict's o'er my love adieu, The (fl) |
92 |
2 |
| When Werter fair Charlotte beheld (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| I'm a poor little orphan, ah! pity me, pray (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| Why heaves my troubled breast with sighs (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Why, O why, almighty passion (fl) |
96 |
3 |
| O gentle be thy slumbers (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| Whene'er a comely lass I spy (fl) |
97-98 |
4 |
| Where new mown hay on winding Tay (fl) |
99 |
3 |
| Body may in simple way, A (fl) |
100 |
3 |
| Oh! had it been my happy lot (fl) |
100 |
2 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| Round love's elysian bowers (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| Come, poet, come, thy song rehearse (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty fly (fl) |
104-105 |
2 |
| Alexis, how artless a lover! (fl) |
105-106 |
5 |
| Goldfinch swells his little throat, The (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
107 |
4 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
108 |
2 |
| On Africa's wide plains where the lion now roaring (fl) |
108-109 |
6 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
110 |
4 |
| Western sky was purpled o'er, The (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is misspent [sic] (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise (fl) |
112 |
1 |
| Hark! hark! sweet Lass, the trumpet sounds (fl) |
113 |
4 |
| Hail, social converse! source of purest pleasures (fl) |
113-114 |
5 |
| Why are we fond of toil and care (fl) |
114 |
4 |
| Cease, cease, those sighs I cannot bear (fl) |
115 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
115-116 |
2 |
| Come, come, lovely girl, let us stray (fl) |
116 |
3 |
| Love's a cheat;; we over-rate it (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Adieu ye tender visions of delight (fl) |
117 |
6 |
| How sweet the rosy blush of morn (fl) |
118 |
3 |
| No more I'll court the town bred fair (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| Hark, dear girl, the message hear (fl) |
119-120 |
4 |
| Come each gallant lad, who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
120-121 |
4 |