| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| He was fam'd for deeds of arms (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| My heart with love is beating (fl) |
4 |
4 |
| Cease, vain France, ill-manner'd railer (fl) |
4-6 |
5 |
| In Chester's town a man there dwelt (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| Blacksmith, you'll own, is so clever, A (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| In the fam'd town of Cadiz (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| Wilt thou be mine, fair Caroline? (fl) |
9 |
4 |
| Mary once, had lovers two (fl) |
10 |
2 |
| Sweet is life, when love directs us (fl) |
10 |
3 |
| In a sweet flowery vale near Halling's Green Strand (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Have you forgot the masquerade (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| Far, far from me my lover flies! (fl) |
12 |
2 |
| Pale and languid sat Britannia (fl) |
12-13 |
7 |
| Through London streets I trip along (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| When young, I sung (fl) |
14-16 |
5 |
| Grecians came running to Troy, The (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| To dwell on fair infancy's page where's the need? (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Folks will be all for the borders, The (fl) |
18 |
3 |
| When yet but a boy (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Smiling morn may light the sky, The (fl) |
20 |
|
| Brave spirits of Albion, who dar'd to expire (fl) |
20-21 |
2 |
| Sweet Harmony! Aeolian Harmony! (fl) |
21 |
1 |
| Ah! too simple Martha, go cry (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| One hundred years ago (fl) |
21-22 |
2 |
| Woodland maid, my beauty queen!, The (fl) |
22 |
2 |
| Heigho! heigho! my love! (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| Where is Ellen, rural beauty? (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| Our sweet dancing days are indeed merry days (fl) |
24 |
2 |
| As the story is told, once a half Gallic cock (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| How I love to laugh! (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Your pardon, kind gentlefolk, pray (fl) |
26-28 |
7 |
| Old Abu Casem, of Bagdad city (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Farewell those hopes that to my soul (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| There with fun we the stocking throw (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| Dear wedlock's joys to taste (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| Deep as the fountains of this beating heart (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| As the snow-drop fair was my lovely maid (fl) |
32 |
2 |
| Love is the great disaster (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Signal giv'n, our ship we clear, The (fl) |
33 |
2 |
| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
34-35 |
5 |
| In Featherbed lane I arose (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Good subject to treat, A (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| Once my heart the truant play'd (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Soldier who to battle goes, The (fl) |
37-38 |
2 |
| Of our island we've sung (fl) |
38-40 |
6 |
| If you please, Sirs, might I be so bold as to say (fl) |
40-41 |
10 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
42 |
5 |
| Dog had ceas'd to bark, The (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| I never shall forget the days in which I was a rover (fl) |
44-45 |
5 |
| Spruce Mr. Clark, The (fl) |
46 |
5 |
| Elavia to Cymon said, one day (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| Around the face of the blue-eyed Sue (fl) |
47-48 |
2 |
| There came a stranger o'er the mead (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
48-49 |
4 |
| Ah! where can I turn for relief (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| Last night I sat me down and cried (fl) |
49-50 |
2 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
50 |
3 |
| Downward look, the downcast eye, The (fl) |
50-51 |
2 |
| Oh! take me to your arms, my love (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| I've oft been ask'd by prosing souls [sic] (fl) |
52-53 |
8 |
| As I came o'er the highland hills (fl) |
53-54 |
5 |
| Yea, I fell in the pit of love (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| My master's a conjuror monstrously high (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| With hat of straw, and russet gown (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| Rose of the valley in spring time was gay, The (fl) |
57 |
2 |
| Poor lady! poor lady! ah, where is she gone? (fl) |
57 |
2 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
58-60 |
6 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
61 |
5 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
62 |
3 |
| Captain bold, in Halifax, A (fl) |
62 |
4 |
| How blest a life the sailor leads (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Now the rage of battle ended (fl) |
65-66 |
7 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plan (fl) |
67-68 |
6 |