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| Sure wont you here, what roaring cheer [sic] (fl) |
3-6 |
6 |
| You've heard of late how bouncing Kate (fl) |
6-11 |
8 |
| Hark forward! away my brave boys to the chase (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| When I was a chicken as high as a hen (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Stay Lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
13-15 |
10 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| When I was a boy, just as high as a span (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| Jane was fair and Henry brave (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| Would you travel the wide world over (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Your zarvant good gentlefolks, how d' ye all do? (fl) |
20-22 |
9 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
22-24 |
7 |
| Of all trades, my dear craturs, a gard'ner's the best (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder! (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| Some say that a bachelor's life won't do (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| Tom Tack was the shipmate for duty (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Ned Grogan, dear joy, was the son of his mother (fl) |
29-31 |
3 |
| Sister Ruth, once a Quaker, so coy and so prim (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Since the first dawn of reason that beam'd on my mnd (fl) |
33-34 |
2 |
| Captain bold in Halifax, that dwelt in country quarters, A (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| When, first at sea, the sailor lad (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Sam Spritsail's a lad you'd delight in (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| There's a difference between a Beggar and a queen (fl) |
37-41 |
9 |
| On Ireland's ground, seat of true hospitality (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| When absent from her whom my soul holds most dear (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
44-45 |
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| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is set (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| It was far retired from noise and smoke (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred (fl) |
52-55 |
9 |
| When first from Kilkenny, as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| Taste life's glad moments (fl) |
56-57 |
7 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little service (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| It's my country you'd know, I'm as Irishman born (fl) |
60-62 |
7 |
| Descend ye chaste Nine to an Irish Bard (fl) |
63-66 |
10 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
66-67 |
|
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
68-70 |
6 |
| 'Twas one day at Wapping, his dangers o'er hauling (fl) |
70-72 |
4 |
| I'll sing you a song of a modern date (fl) |
72-74 |
9 |
| Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| My name, sure, is Teague, now in Connaught was borns, Sir (fl) |
75-78 |
4 |
| Ye banks and braes, and streams around (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| For worms when old Bibo prov'd delicate fare (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
80-81 |
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| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| Iz'e a Yorkshireman just come to town (fl) |
82-84 |
7 |
| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| 'Twas business requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
85-87 |
4 |
| I have aheart, a little heart (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
89 |
5 |
| Priest of the parish must lead a rare happy life, The (fl) |
90 |
2 |
| Morn unbars the gates of light, The (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Sweet is the tear that gently flows (fl) |
91-92 |
2 |
| I'm a comical fellow, I tell you no lie (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
93-94 |
6 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
95-96 |
4 |
| Let Sawney loo the lasses O (fl) |
96-99 |
10 |
| Irishman's tongue is so long and so thick, An (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| In a nate little cabin not far from Kilkenny (fl) |
101-103 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
103 |
4 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
103-105 |
3 |
| Anacreon, they say was a jolly old blade (fl) |
105-106 |
6 |
| Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
106-107 |
4 |
| From the county of Cork, you see I lately came (fl) |
107-109 |
9 |
| Och! What a dainty fine thing is the girl I love (fl) |
109-111 |
3 |
| What mortal can more happy be (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd (fl) |
112-113 |
3 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
113-114 |
7 |
| Hail! Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
114-116 |
5 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
116-118 |
5 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop is my box (fl) |
118-120 |
5 |
| As Joe the Dustman, drove his noble team (fl) |
120-122 |
6 |
| Over the ocean and over the land (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| For Mary who feels not a tender concern? (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| In a cottage I live, and the cot of content (fl) |
124-125 |
5 |
| Auctioneer mounts, and ---first hawing and hemming (fl) |
125-129 |
4 |
| Shoes hats, and old clothes (fl) |
129-132 |
3 |
| Example is all, 'tis not that which we say (fl) |
132-135 |
3 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| Here's to Phelim O'Connaught from Dublin com'd over (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| Oh! Why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray (fl) |
139-140 |
6 |
| Oh had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
140-142 |
3 |
| Odsblood! what a time for a sailor to skulk (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| Tho' pure are the joys that from melody flow (fl) |
143-144 |
2 |
| My dear chere amis, I am Solomon Gundy (fl) |
144-146 |
6 |
| First of my pranks was at little Rathshane (fl) |
147-148 |
3 |
| I'm an Irishman born, and as pretty a youth (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| Oh did you not hear of Kate Kearny (fl) |
149-150 |
2 |
| I've plenty of lovers that sue me in vain (fl) |
150-151 |
3 |
| When wild w[a]r's deadly blast was blawn (fl) |
151-153 |
8 |
| Hail America hail, unrival'd in fame (fl) |
153-155 |
6 |
| Hail, great republic of the world! (fl) |
155-157 |
5 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
157-158 |
3 |
| How blest the life a soldier leads (fl) |
158-160 |
3 |
| Sly peeping dawn from the mountains appears, The (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| Oh! love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
161-162 |
4 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
162-163 |
2 |
| O how it soothes the woe worn heart (fl) |
163 |
2 |
| D[oe]s the harp of Rosa slumber (fl) |
164 |
3 |
| Columbia, hail! We celebrate that day (fl) |
164-165 |
3 |
| Hush ev'ry breeze, let nothing move (fl) |
166 |
3 |
| When our great Sires this land explor'd (fl) |
166-167 |
5 |
| Shepherds call me little Sue, The (fl) |
167-168 |
3 |
| When we danc'd round the may-pole in honor of May (fl) |
168-169 |
3 |
| I of feeling won't boast---I've no more than my share (fl) |
169-171 |
4 |
| Sweet rosy morn, The (fl) |
171-172 |
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| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
172-173 |
2 |
| With an honest old friend, and a merry old song (fl) |
173 |
3 |
| That seat of science Athens and the earth's proud mistress Rome (fl) |
174 |
3 |
| Madam, since you're fond of pleasure (fl) |
175 |
1 |
| Rose from her bosom had stray'd, A (fl) |
175 |
1 |