| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Ye feather'd songsters of the vale (fl) |
121-122 |
4 |
| Come hither, my lads, and ye lasses around (fl) |
122 |
3 |
| Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| When young Strephon came to woo me (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| What tho' the blooming, genial year (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| [I] wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
125-126 |
3 |
| Yes, yes, I remember well the hour (fl) |
127 |
1 |
| When absent from her my soul holds most dear (fl) |
127 |
2 |
| Oh wander no more from me, my love (fl) |
128 |
3 |
| Tell her I'll love her while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
129 |
2 |
| Tuneful bird, from freedom torn, The (fl) |
129 |
2 |
| When the Snow-drop and Crocus first look for the Spring (fl) |
130-131 |
5 |
| On one parent stalk, two white roses were growing (fl) |
131-132 |
4 |
| Flowing canvas caught the breeze, The (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| While I fold in my arms, the dear girl of my heart (fl) |
134 |
4 |
| Little Cupid one day o'er a Myrtle bough stray'd (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| I have a heart, a little heart (fl) |
136 |
4 |
| From thee Eliza I must, go (fl) |
137 |
2 |
| Whence comes this keen this cutting smart? (fl) |
138-139 |
5 |