| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Poor little thief of varied hue (fl) |
111-112 |
5 |
| Fair Sally once the village pride (fl) |
112-113 |
3 |
| Lover, often, has been bless'd, A (fl) |
113 |
4 |
| Shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain, The (fl) |
114 |
2 |
| Oh hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| Deep in Love, yes! 'tis love (fl) |
115 |
5 |
| Oh should I fly from the world love to thee (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| When she smiles oh I think of the Heav'ns warm ray (fl) |
117 |
3 |
| When she weeps and averting her mild azure eyes (fl) |
117-118 |
3 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Mama's left off business, and I've sunk the shop (fl) |
119 |
2 |
| Oh! take me to your arms, love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Ye feather'd songsters of the vale (fl) |
120-121 |
4 |
| Come hither, my lads, and ye lasses around (fl) |
121 |
3 |
| When young Strephon came to woo me (fl) |
122 |
3 |
| What tho' the blooming, genial year (fl) |
122-123 |
3 |
| I have parks, I have grounds (fl) |
123-124 |
4 |
| I wander'd once, at break of day (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Yes, yes, I remember well the hour (fl) |
125 |
1 |
| When absent from her my soul holds most dear (fl) |
125-126 |
2 |
| Oh wander no more from me, my love (fl) |
126 |
3 |
| Tuneful bird, from freedom torn, The (fl) |
126-127 |
2 |
| When the snow-drop and crocus first look for the Spring (fl) |
127-128 |
5 |
| On one parent stalk, two white roses were growing (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| Flowing canvas caught the breeze, The (fl) |
129-130 |
3 |
| Whence comes this keen this cutting smart? (fl) |
130-131 |
5 |
| While I fold my in arms, the dear girl of my heart (fl) |
131 |
4 |
| Little Cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough stray'd (fl) |
131-132 |
2 |
| I have a heart, a little heart (fl) |
132-133 |
4 |
| From thee Eliza I must, go (fl) |
133 |
2 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
133-134 |
2 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
134 |
4 |
| Tell her I'll love her, while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| Down in the Valley, the Sun setting clearly (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Oh have you not heard of Kate Kearney (fl) |
136 |
4 |
| Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| In the world's crooked path where I've been (fl) |
137 |
3 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, The (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
139-140 |
6 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love? (fl) |
141 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
141-142 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
143-144 |
3 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
144-145 |
4 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
145-146 |
10 |
| Say, have you seen my Arrabell? (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
147-148 |
5 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| Miller I am, and respected's my name, A (fl) |
149-150 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
150-151 |
5 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
151-152 |
3 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
152-153 |
5 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
153 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
155-156 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
156-157 |
2 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labor oppress'd (fl) |
157-158 |
6 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| I'm a poor little orphan, ah pity me, pray (fl) |
160 |
5 |
| Whene'er a comely lass I spy (fl) |
161 |
4 |
| On the point of a rock jutting o'er the green ocean (fl) |
162 |
4 |
| Body may in simple way, A (fl) |
162-163 |
3 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise (fl) |
163 |
1 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
163-164 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
165 |
2 |
| Would you travel the wide world over (fl) |
165-166 |
4 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder! (fl) |
166-167 |
4 |
| On Ireland's ground, seat of true hospitality (fl) |
168-169 |
4 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
169-170 |
5 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
171 |
3 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
171-172 |
3 |
| Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon (fl) |
172-173 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
173-174 |
5 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
174-176 |
5 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over (fl) |
176-177 |
4 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
178 |
2 |
| Oh! say, from thy bosom why heaves the soft sigh (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
179-181 |
8 |
| When William first woo'd I said yes to the swain (fl) |
182 |
3 |
| Your pardon kind gentlefwok [sic] (fl) |
182-184 |
7 |
| Ha'e ye seen in a fresh dewy morning (fl) |
184-185 |
6 |
| I'm a Jew you may tell py my peard and my proge (fl) |
185-186 |
5 |
| Though tender and young, yet my eye-sight is gone (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| When at night the village swains (fl) |
187-188 |
4 |
| Charming maid of Lodi, The (fl) |
188-189 |
3 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
189 |
2 |
| Ah! who is that, Ah! who is that, whose thrilling tones (fl) |
189-190 |
3 |
| On Afric's wide plains, where the Lion now roaring (fl) |
190-192 |
6 |
| O'er my toil-wither'd limbs sickly languors are shed (fl) |
192 |
4 |
| Young Teddy is an Irish lad (fl) |
192-193 |
3 |
| Alas! the battle's lost and won (fl) |
193-194 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
194-195 |
4 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
196-197 |
4 |
| In Dublin City lives a youth (fl) |
197-198 |
3 |
| I am a brisk and sprightly lad (fl) |
198-199 |
4 |
| You may sing of your waggoners, plough-boys and watchmen (fl) |
199-200 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
201-202 |
6 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
202-203 |
4 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
203-207 |
10 |
| Allur'd by the wealth, which Columbia possess'd (fl) |
207-208 |
3 |
| Hail America hail, unrival'd in fame (fl) |
208-210 |
6 |
| Columbia, hail! We celebrate that day (fl) |
210-211 |
3 |
| See the cautious warrior creeping! (fl) |
211-212 |
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| Brother Nathan's nation mad (fl) |
212-213 |
4 |
| Strew, Virgins the cypress o'er Washington's bier (fl) |
213 |
4 |