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| When friendship, love, and truth abound (fl) |
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| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
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| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
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| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
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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 careless care we court our charms (fl) |
6-7 |
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| Along on the banks of the dark-roling Danube [sic] (fl) |
7-8 |
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| Ah! Where can I fly my soul's true love? (fl) |
8 |
1 |
| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
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| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
9 |
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| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
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3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
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| Oh! Think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
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3 |
| Twas within a mile of Edinburghtown (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Friendship, thou charmer of the mind (fl) |
13-14 |
5 |
| Ah! Tell me ye swains, have you seen my Pastora (fl) |
14-15 |
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| 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) |
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4 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Spring time returns, and cloaths the gree 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 lived a lass (fl) |
22-23 |
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) |
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4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| 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've been (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Tho' muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| By the moonlight on the green (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| 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 |
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| Hence fell discontent and its murmuring train (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| As down on Banna's banks 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) |
50 |
4 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
50-52 |
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| 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) |
54-55 |
2 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove (fl) |
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3 |
| When on thy bosom I recline (fl) |
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| Ye tuneful linnets bless my care (fl) |
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2 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
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4 |
| In my pleasant native plains (fl) |
58 |
3 |
| Twas in the ev'ning of a wintry day (fl) |
58-59 |
6 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Rebecca was the fairest maid (fl) |
60-61 |
7 |
| O listen, to the voice of love (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
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5 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
63-64 |
6 |
| Too late for retreat, but too soon for my ease (fl) |
64-65 |
4 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
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2 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| Oh! The moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
68 |
5 |
| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
68-69 |
4 |
| 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 |
4 |
| Hence far from me ye senseless toys (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| Moment comes on which we sever, The (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| Twas past meridian, half past four (fl) |
74-75 |
6 |
| Prey to tender anguish, A (fl) |
75-77 |
5 |
| On the green, sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay (fl) |
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3 |
| O, Logie of Buchan, O Logie the Laird (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| O Sandy, why leav'st 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 stray'd o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
81-82 |
6 |
| When stranded on some desart coast (fl) |
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 slimb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
89-90 |
6 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Tell me, Charlotte, what is love? (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Conflict's o'er my love adieu (fl) |
91-92 |
1 |
| When Werther fair Charlotte beheld (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| I am a poor 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) |
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 on my love (fl) |
108 |
2 |
| On Affrica'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 (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise (fl) |
112 |
1 |
| Hark! Hark! Sweet lass, the trumpet sounds (fl) |
112-113 |
4 |
| Hail, social converse! Sourse of purest pleasures [sic] (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 |
| Oh! Lady fair where art thou roaming? (fl) |
121 |
1 |
| Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd (fl) |
122 |
4 |
| Little fairy, succour lend (fl) |
122-123 |
3 |
| Oh! Hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
123 |
3 |
| Oh! Have you not heart of Kate Kearney (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Faintly as tolls the ev'ningchime (fl) |
124 |
3 |
| Thou soft flowing Avon by whose silver stream (fl) |
125 |
4 |
| Friend of my soul this goblet sip (fl) |
125-126 |
4 |
| Cease ye fountains cease to murmur (fl) |
126 |
2 |
| Deep in love, yes! 'tis love (fl) |
126-127 |
5 |
| Who is it that rides thro' the forest so fast (fl) |
127-128 |
4 |
| Hark the Goddess Diana calls out for the chase (fl) |
128 |
2 |
| It was a friar of orders Grey (fl) |
129 |
7 |
| I sing the maid of Lodi, who sweetly sung to me (fl) |
130-131 |
5 |
| Does the harp of Rosa slumber? (fl) |
131 |
2 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
132 |
4 |
| Away with melancholy (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd, lately wash'd in a show'r, The (fl) |
133 |
5 |
| Down in the valley the sun setting clearly (fl) |
134 |
3 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
134 |
3 |
| Well, here I am, and what of that? (fl) |
135 |
3 |
| Attend thou pruling stream (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| Dying thrush young Edward found, A (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| Of Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair (fl) |
138-140 |
18 |
| Street was a ruin, and night's horrid glare, The (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| In the down hill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
141-142 |
4 |
| Sweet to the morning traveller (fl) |
143 |
5 |
| I love but I dare not say who (fl) |
143-144 |
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