| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Oh take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
3 |
3 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe (fl) |
4 |
2 |
| When I was a boy in Daddy's mud edifice (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| Captain bold, in Halifax, A (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| Stygian God, great Belzebub (fl) |
7-9 |
10 |
| In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote (fl) |
9-12 |
5 |
| Bearing up to gain the port, And (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| Why, Moses, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
10 |
1 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
10 |
1 |
| Jeremiah rose next sir, at Moses' desire (fl) |
10-11 |
1 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
11 |
2 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Oh! dear, what can the matter be (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| Voyage was pass'd, Columbia's shore, The (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| Oh! hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
15 |
3 |
| Two different passions sway my mind (fl) |
15 |
2 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
16-18 |
6 |
| Let Fame sound the trumpet, and cry---to the war (fl) |
18-19 |
2 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Fond husband will after a conjugal strife, A (fl) |
20 |
4 |
| Player bold in Staffordshire, set in for country quarters, A (fl) |
21-22 |
5 |
| Walk in, walk in, each beau and belle (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| While angry nations rush to arms (fl) |
25 |
1 |
| Tom Spritsail, was a seaman bold (fl) |
25-26 |
1 |
| Is't my country you'd know? I'm an Irishman born (fl) |
26-28 |
6 |
| Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, and the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
29-30 |
7 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| When Sol with grave motion had plung'd in the ocean (fl) |
32-34 |
18 |