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| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Come, come, my jolly lads! (fl) |
6-7 |
2 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs d'you see (fl) |
7-9 |
4 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
9-11 |
5 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
11 |
4 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| When trees did bud, and fields were green (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| There was a jolly miller once (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| When weary Sol gaed down the west (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| How pleasant a sailor's life passes (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
17-18 |
4 |
| By the gaily circling glass (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| How bright are the joys of the table (fl) |
19-20 |
8 |
| Woman is like to---but stay--- (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Man is like to---but stay (fl) |
21-22 |
7 |
| Dear Kathleen, you, no doubt (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| Of damask cheek, and snowy neck (fl) |
25-26 |
4 |
| Sails unfurl'd, the ship unmoored, The (fl) |
26 |
4 |
| 'Twas in the flow'ry month of May (fl) |
27 |
4 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
28-29 |
6 |
| Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour (fl) |
28-31 |
7 |
| Ah! tell me, ye swains, have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Oh, Cupid forever (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| Hail godlike Washington! (fl) |
34-37 |
13 |
| 'Twas at the break of day we spy'd (fl) |
38 |
4 |
| 'Twas near the thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| Amo amas (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| By the side of a mountain o'ershadow'd with trees (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Welcome, welcome, brother debtor (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| And are ye sure the news is true (fl) |
42-44 |
7 |
| While some for pleasure pawn their health (fl) |
44-45 |
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| Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sail'd the world all round (fl) |
46-48 |
3 |
| Oh, think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A (fl) |
49-50 |
6 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty young maids (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The (fl) |
51-52 |
10 |
| From night till morn I take my glass (fl) |
52 |
2 |
| Lord! what care I for mam or dad (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger (fl) |
53-54 |
5 |
| In Martindale, a village gay (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| Wht a charming thing's a battle! [sic] (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Cheer up, Gluttons, fill your bellies (fl) |
56-57 |
9 |
| When the fancy stirring bowl (fl) |
57-59 |
5 |
| O! listen to the voice of love (fl) |
59 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| Gaily lads! our friends we're leaving (fl) |
60-62 |
10 |
| Arise, and blow the Trumpet, Fame! (fl) |
62-63 |
5 |
| When first we hear the boatswain bray (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| Come, sailors, be filling the can (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Beautious sterling late I saw, A [sic] (fl) |
65-66 |
8 |
| Some women take delight in dress (fl) |
66-67 |
4 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
68-71 |
8 |
| If the teasur'd gold could give (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| I am a brisk young lively lass (fl) |
72-73 |
5 |
| On April the first I set off like a fool (fl) |
73-75 |
8 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| I sail'd in the good ship the Kitty (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| Bold Jack, the sailor, here I come (fl) |
77-78 |
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| To ease his heart and own his flame (fl) |
78-79 |
5 |
| Old woman clothed in grey, An (fl) |
79-81 |
9 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| As cross the field the other morn (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| Let others Daniel's praise rehearse (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| When our tutelar saint in his wigwam reclin'd (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| When I was a chit, just got into my teens (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| When whistling winds are heard to blow (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| On that fair bank where Lubin died (fl) |
88 |
4 |
| I gently touch'd her hand, she gave (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| One midsummer morning, when nature look'd gay (fl) |
89-90 |
6 |
| By the side of a stream at the foot of a hill (fl) |
91-92 |
6 |
| Come listen awhile and I'll sing you a ditty (fl) |
92-94 |
6 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| What pleasures can compare (fl) |
95-96 |
5 |