| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Since Discipline's the strongest cord (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| My name's Obadiah, a Quaker I am---(hum!) (fl) |
4-5 |
5 |
| Mother were dead, and sister were married (fl) |
5-6 |
5 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
7 |
2 |
| I was called knowing Joe by the boys of our town (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| When the dark clouds of war rise, and threaten to pour (fl) |
9-10 |
5 |
| When the great plan was drawn at Light's earliest dawn (fl) |
10 |
7 |
| To a musical Lady, whose charms were divine (fl) |
11 |
6 |
| Arise! arise! Columbia's sons arise! (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| We be three poor Mariners newly come from the seas (fl) |
13 |
2 |
| To all ye Ladies now at land (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| When innocence and beauty meet (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| Lightly tread 'tis hallow'd ground (fl) |
15 |
2 |
| When Arthur first at court began (fl) |
15 |
4 |
| Hark! hark! the Lark at Heav'ns gate sings (fl) |
15-16 |
2 |
| Amo amas, I love a lass (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Yr high born Spanish noblemen (fl) |
16-17 |
2 |
| Here's a health to all good lasses (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| Ah! where does my Phillida stray (fl) |
17-18 |
2 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| Captain bold in Halifax, that dwelt in country quarters, A (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I traced (fl) |
19 |
2 |
| Why what's that to you if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
20 |
4 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
20-21 |
4 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Hero, who, to live in story, The (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| Old Shakespeare taught us long ago (fl) |
23-24 |
12 |
| Rough blew the tempest, and dark was the night (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| Ingenious bards have often tried (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
26-27 |
2 |
| Oh, take me to your arms, love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
27 |
3 |
| [A poor little gipsey I wander forlorn] (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| At the front of a cottage with woodbine grown o'er (fl) |
28 |
2 |
| I've often seen a new made pair (fl) |
29 |
2 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| There was an Irish lad (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| When first I strove to win the prize (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Oh did you not hear of Kate Kearney (fl) |
32-33 |
2 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
33-35 |
10 |
| Arouse freedom's sons, 'tis your country that calls (fl) |
36-37 |
5 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling (fl) |
37-39 |
4 |
| When proud Rome of old, her dread Eagle unfurl'd (fl) |
38 |
5 |
| In the still hour of nature when mankind repose (fl) |
39-40 |
14 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| To liberty's enraptured sight (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
42-43 |
5 |
| When tyranny's scourge, and oppression's chill blast (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| When I was a youngster, I first was apprentic'd (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
45-47 |
8 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
48 |
4 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
49 |
5 |
| At distance from Europe's sad scenes of contention (fl) |
49-50 |
5 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder! (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| Turban'd Turk, who scorns the world, The (fl) |
51-52 |
3 |
| I have a heart, a little heart (fl) |
52-[53] |
3 |
| If you, Colin, go campaigning (fl) |
[53] |
3 |
| When weary Sol gaed down the west (fl) |
[53]-54 |
3 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| I'm parish-clerk, and sexton here (fl) |
55-56 |
|
| For worms when old Bibo proved delicate fare (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| Begone, dull care, I pr'ythee begone from me (fl) |
58 |
2 |
| Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools (fl) |
59-60 |
9 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
60-61 |
2 |
| There is a star whose brighter ray (fl) |
61 |
6 |
| Though doomed beneath these southern skies to glow (fl) |
62 |
5 |
| Where Hudson's murmuring billows (fl) |
62-63 |
5 |
| O green was the poplar when under its shade (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| Battle was ended, whose direful commotion, The (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Season of flowers is fled, The (fl) |
65-66 |
9 |
| I love to hear the flute's sweet notes (fl) |
66-67 |
4 |
| Softly stealing from her breast (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| What power can prop a sinking soul (fl) |
68-69 |
6 |
| On the banks of Connecticut's proud winding stream (fl) |
69-70 |
7 |
| Genius of Freedom escaped from the flood, The (fl) |
70-71 |
7 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
71-72 |
6 |