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Page |
Verses |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are raging (fl) |
1-5 |
10 |
| Arouse freedom's sons, 'tis your country that calls (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| When proud Rome of old, her dread eagle unfurl'd (fl) |
8-9 |
5 |
| In the still hour of nature, when mankind repose (fl) |
9-11 |
14 |
| To liberty's enraptured sight (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| When tyranny's scourge, and oppression's chill blast (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| When the praise of the Rangers, was sounded by fame (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| When first from the east, bursts the bright god of day (fl) |
16-17 |
2 |
| When rushing, the foes of his country to meet (fl) |
17-18 |
1 |
| Immortals one day, on ambrosia had din'd, The (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Columbians to remotest time (fl) |
20-21 |
5 |
| Allur'd by the wealth, which Columbia possess'd (fl) |
21-22 |
2 |
| Though the Masons declare (fl) |
22-23 |
5 |
| Mulrooney's my name, I'm a Mulrooney's boy (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Ye children of pleasure, come hither and see (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| Oh! Say, from thy bosom why heaves the soft sigh (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Sweet as the balmy rose just blown (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| Hail great republic of the world (fl) |
27 |
5 |
| In the wild wood will I range (fl) |
28 |
2 |
| Och! Dismal and dark was the day, to be sure (fl) |
28-30 |
3 |
| Now crimson sinks the setting sun (fl) |
30 |
1 |
| Fair Geraldine each charm of spring possest (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| We three, adventurers be (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| Aresqui! Aresqui! (fl) |
31 |
1 |
| See the cautious warrior creeping! (fl) |
32 |
1 |
| When the midnight of absence the day scene pervading (fl) |
32-33 |
2 |
| Young Edward through many a distant place (fl) |
33-34 |
2 |
| Captain Smith is a man of might (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Freedom, on the western shore (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
36-39 |
8 |
| Beside a small stream, where grows many a willow (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
39-41 |
5 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
41 |
2 |
| When our sky was illum'd by freedom's bright dawn (fl) |
42-43 |
5 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labor opprest (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn (fl) |
44 |
2 |
| My love's a vessel trim and gay (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| Brother Nathan's nation mad (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| Adieu, adieu my only life (fl) |
47 |
1 |
| Gloomy night before us flies, The (fl) |
47-50 |
14 |
| Honest tar, and fresh from sea, An (fl) |
50-51 |
5 |
| When dry first, a droll little creature (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| I sigh for a maid, and a sweet pretty maid (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| We tars are all for fun and glee (fl) |
53-55 |
15 |
| Oft through trackless desarts straying (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| When William first woo'd I said yes to the swain (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| O pity! If thy holy tear (fl) |
57-58 |
4 |
| Once more, my dear Mary, the circling sun (fl) |
58-60 |
5 |
| Hail! Liberty supreme delight (fl) |
60-61 |
5 |
| Hark! Through the gloom, an awful cry (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| Yur pardon kind gentlefwok pray (fl) |
63-65 |
7 |
| Bleak wint'ry blasts, relentless rain (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| Strew, virgins the cypress o'er Washington's bier (fl) |
66 |
4 |
| Hush'd by every joyful sound! (fl) |
67-68 |
8 |
| Droop not Columbia, Heaven is just (fl) |
68 |
2 |
| Once more, fellow-freemen, we've met on the day (fl) |
69-70 |
6 |
| In the garden of love, like the garden of Flora (fl) |
70 |
1 |
| I'm a Jew you may tell py my peard and my proge [sic] (fl) |
71 |
5 |
| Though tender and young, yet my eye-sight is gone (fl) |
72 |
4 |
| Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| As I stray'd o'er a common, on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
74-76 |
6 |
| Ah! Tell me ye swains, have you seen my Pastora (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
78 |
2 |
| 'Twas in the ev'ning of a wintry day (fl) |
78-79 |
6 |
| Columbia! Columbia! To glory arise (fl) |
79-81 |
6 |
| O Logie of Buchan, O Logie the Laird (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| When at night the village swains (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| When tutor'd by Mother, she oftentimes said (fl) |
84-85 |
5 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
87 |
3 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| Body may in simple way, A (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| Charming maid of Lodi, The (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
90 |
4 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| He was fam'd for deeds of arms (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| Oh Lady fair, where art thou roamimg (fl) |
93-94 |
10 |
| Tell her I'll love her, while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
94-95 |
2 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Oh! see that form that faintly gleams (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia the trumpet of fame (fl) |
97-98 |
4 |
| Whilst wars reeking horrors from Europe's dy'd plain (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Mother were dead and sister were married (fl) |
99-100 |
5 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land! (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| See peace appears like the bright beam of day (fl) |
102-103 |
5 |
| Hush every breeze, let nothing move (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Down in the valley the sun setting clearly (fl) |
105 |
3 |
| Says I, to dear Laura, come sit down by me (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| Poor helpless wanderer, the wide world before me (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
107-108 |
2 |
| On that dear spot where I my love confess'd (fl) |
108 |
2 |
| When she smiles, Oh I think of the heav'ns warm ray (fl) |
109 |
3 |
| On each fifth day, of each fifth month (fl) |
109-110 |
3 |
| Ah! who is that, Ah! who is that, whose thrilling tones (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| Wreath you wove, wreath you wove, The (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| I wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
112 |
3 |
| Soft as yon silver ray, that sleeps [sic] (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| Night was blus'tring, cold and wet (fl) |
113-114 |
2 |
| Oh have you not heard of Kate Kearney (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
115 |
4 |
| To the grove, as fair Anna her steps were inclining (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
117-118 |
6 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Should I e'er brave the foaming seas (fl) |
119-120 |
2 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
120-121 |
3 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
121-122 |
3 |
| Parson who had the remarkable foible, A (fl) |
122-124 |
12 |
| I'm a soldier, as all of you know (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Major M'Pherson heav'd a sigh (fl) |
125-126 |
4 |
| Oh! a petticoat honey's an Irishman's joy (fl) |
126-127 |
2 |
| Blacksmith, you'll own, is so clever, A (fl) |
127-128 |
4 |
| 'Twas one day at Wapping, his dangers o'er hauling (fl) |
128-130 |
4 |
| Oh wander no more from me my love (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
131-132 |
3 |
| Mayhap you have heard that as dear as their lives (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| Deep in a vale a Cottage stood, oft sought by trav'lers weary (fl) |
134-135 |
2 |
| Hail Independence, hail! (fl) |
136-138 |
7 |
| Here, full of scars, lies poor Hal Brazen (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| Ods-blood! what a time for a seaman to skulk (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| When the Hollow Drum has beat to bed (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| Fav'rites of fortune their treasures may boast, The (fl) |
141-142 |
5 |
| Oh! Why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
142-143 |
6 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
144 |
3 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
144-145 |
3 |
| As old Goody Jenkins was snoring away (fl) |
145-147 |
6 |
| Ye chobbers, underwriters, ye tribe of pen and ink (fl) |
148-149 |
5 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds (fl) |
149-151 |
10 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seed a little sarvice (fl) |
152-153 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| At the dead of the night, when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
154 |
3 |
| When wild war's deadly blast was blawn (fl) |
155-157 |
8 |
| Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools (fl) |
157-159 |
9 |
| See! the conquering Hero comes (fl) |
159 |
2 |
| Softly waft ye southern breezes (fl) |
160 |
2 |
| Trees seem'd to fade, as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| Let not rage thy bosom firing (fl) |
161 |
2 |
| When America first, at Heaven's command (fl) |
162-163 |
8 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
163-165 |
11 |
| Whilst in peaceful quarters lying (fl) |
165-168 |
11 |
| I'm a comical fellow, I tell you no lie (fl) |
168-170 |
3 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
170-171 |
10 |
| Soft zephyr, on thy balmy wing (fl) |
171-172 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arrabell? (fl) |
172 |
3 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
173 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
174-175 |
5 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove (fl) |
175 |
3 |
| Rebecca was the fairest maid (fl) |
176-177 |
6 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
177 |
3 |
| Oh! Listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
178 |
3 |
| What virgin, or shepherd, in valley or grove (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| Come on my Hearts of Temper'd Steel (fl) |
179-180 |
7 |
| What Beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
180-181 |
4 |
| When British troops first landed here (fl) |
182-183 |
9 |
| When shall we three meet again? (fl) |
183 |
4 |
| I'ze a Yorkshireman just come to town (fl) |
184-186 |
7 |
| Ye sons of old Vulcan, O think on the fate (fl) |
186-188 |
8 |
| Begone dull care, I pr'ythee begone from me (fl) |
188 |
2 |
| From the 'prentice I sing, the whole craft to the king (fl) |
191-192 |
10 |
| Tho' my voice can't enchant like the Syrens of old (fl) |
193 |
3 |
| Fair Charity wou'd not above be confin'd (fl) |
194 |
5 |
| You Cowans all, who fain would know (fl) |
195-196 |
6 |
| Adieu, a heart-warm, fond adieu (fl) |
196-198 |
5 |
| Advance each true brother, my song now attend (fl) |
198-199 |
5 |
| Mason's daughter fair and young, A (fl) |
199-200 |
4 |
| Arise and blow thy trumpet, Fame (fl) |
200-201 |
5 |
| As poverty late, in a fit of despair (fl) |
201-202 |
6 |
| Divine Urania, virgin pure! (fl) |
202-203 |
3 |
| Come, are you prepar'd (fl) |
203 |
4 |
| Hail, Masonry divine! (fl) |
204 |
3 |
| Hail, Masonry,,thou Craft divine! (fl) |
204-206 |
6 |
| How happy a Mason, whose bosom still flows (fl) |
206 |
2 |
| No sect in the world can with Masons compare (fl) |
207-2-8 |
5 |
| Of your hearts to take care, now, ladies, prepare (fl) |
208 |
5 |
| On a whimsical frolic, fair Venus (fl) |
209 |
2 |
| On, on, my dear brethren, pursue your great lecture (fl) |
209-210 |
6 |
| Bright Mesourania, source of light (fl) |
210-212 |
10 |
| Come let us prepare (fl) |
212-213 |
7 |
| When orient Wisdom beam'd serene (fl) |
214-215 |
5 |
| Right worshipful master, and worshipful wardens (fl) |
215 |
2 |
| By mason's art the aspiring dome (fl) |
216 |
2 |
| To Heaven's high Architect all praise (fl) |
216 |
1 |
| "Let there be light!" the Almighty spoke (fl) |
216-217 |
3 |
| Hail, Masonry! thou sacred art (fl) |
217-218 |
2 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
218-219 |
2 |
| Come, ye Masons, hither bring (fl) |
219-220 |
5 |
| Sun's a Freemason, he works all the day (fl) |
220-221 |
2 |
| Behold a cloud break, and Urania descends (fl) |
221-222 |
6 |
| When my divine Althaea's charms (fl) |
222-223 |
3 |
| Lightly o'er the village green (fl) |
223-224 |
3 |
| King Solomon, that wise projector (fl) |
224-225 |
4 |