| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail Columbia! happy land! (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
4-6 |
5 |
| Rose-tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
8 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
9-10 |
4 |
| Tailor I once was, as blithe as e'er need be (fl) |
10-11 |
5 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
11-12 |
5 |
| Spring time returns, and clothes the green plains, The (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
13-14 |
7 |
| Saw you my hero George (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| Crown'd with auspicious light (fl) |
15-16 |
6 |
| Hail America, hail, unrival'd in fame (fl) |
16-18 |
6 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
18 |
4 |
| Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour (fl) |
19-20 |
6 |
| Rose had been wash'd- lately wash'd with a shower, The (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Adieu ye groves, adieu ye plains (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
22-23 |
5 |
| Friendship to every gen'rous mind (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| Father and I went down to camp (fl) |
24-26 |
10 |
| Blacksmith, you'll own, is so clever, A (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| In a mouldering cave where the wretched retreat (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| To dwell on fair infancy's page where's the need? (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
29-31 |
9 |
| Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| Come each jovial fellow who loves to be mellow (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Songs of Shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
34-35 |
7 |
| Where is Ellen, rural beauty? (fl) |
36 |
5 |
| Lark was up, the morn was grey, The (fl) |
36-38 |
15 |
| 'Twas past meridian, [half past four] (fl) |
38-40 |
6 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
40-41 |
6 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Push about the bowl, Boys (fl) |
42-43 |
5 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
43-46 |
6 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| How blest a life the Sailor leads (fl) |
49-49 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
49-52 |
9 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| Banish sorrow, grief's a folly (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
55-56 |
8 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Ah, where can fly my soul's true love? (fl) |
57-58 |
2 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
59-60 |
5 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
61 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
62 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Hail! Hail, ye patriot spirits (fl) |
63-65 |
6 |
| When the Genius of Freedom her children invites (fl) |
65-67 |
9 |
| For England when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| On the green banks of Shannon, when Shelah was nigh (fl) |
69 |
6 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| With an honest old friend, and a merry old song (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| Sweet is the ship that's under sail (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| Ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
73-75 |
6 |
| 'Twas a beautiful night, and the stars they shone bright (fl) |
75-76 |
3 |
| At the close of the day, when the Hamlet is still (fl) |
76-77 |
6 |
| Return, gentle hermit of the dale (fl) |
77-82 |
47 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| What virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| Faintly as tolls the evening chime (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
86-87 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| Oh! where? and oh, where is your Highland laddie gone? (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Well, here I am, and what of that (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret (fl) |
90-91 |
5 |
| Thou soft flowing Avon by whose silver stream (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
93-94 |
6 |
| Not drunk, nor yet sober, but brother to both (fl) |
96-95 |
7 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| In the dead of the night, when, with labour oppress'd (fl) |
96-97 |
6 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
97-98 |
10 |
| Hark forward! away, my brave boys to the chase (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arrabell? (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| When I was a boy, just as high as a span (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Why are we fond of toil and care (fl) |
102 |
4 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
103-104 |
7 |
| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
104-105 |
2 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
105 |
3 |
| In the first book of Job which I now mean to quote (fl) |
106-110 |
14 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
106-107 |
2 |
| Why, Moses, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
107 |
1 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
107 |
|
| Jeremiah rose next, Sir, at Moses' desire (fl) |
108 |
|
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
108 |
1 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
108-109 |
2 |
| O, dear what can the matter be (fl) |
109 |
1 |
| Sister Ruth, once a Quaker, so coy and so prim (fl) |
110 |
4 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Cease, ye fountains cease to murmur (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| Now we'er all met here together [sic] (fl) |
113-115 |
3 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
115 |
4 |
| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
116-117 |
5 |
| It was far retired from noise and smoke (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| From place to place, I travers'd long (fl) |
118 |
3 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a lass (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Morn unbars the gates of light, The (fl) |
121 |
2 |
| John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred (fl) |
121-123 |
8 |
| Anacreon they say was a jolly old blade (fl) |
123-124 |
6 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
124-125 |
7 |
| Taste life's glad moments (fl) |
125-126 |
7 |
| Auctioneer mounts, and ---first hawing and hemming (fl) |
127-129 |
4 |
| That seat of science Athens and earth's proud mistress Rome (fl) |
129-130 |
3 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
130 |
4 |
| Come all Grenadiers let us join hand in hand (fl) |
131 |
3 |
| From th' soil our fathers dearly bo't (fl) |
131-132 |
5 |
| Woman is like to---but stay---, A (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| Man he is like to---but stay, A (fl) |
134-135 |
7 |
| Awake from delusion ye sons of the brave (fl) |
135-136 |
6 |
| Flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, A (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| Oh Fortune how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
137-139 |
9 |
| Bright God of day, drew westward away, The (fl) |
139-140 |
5 |
| Ye virgins attend (fl) |
140-141 |
5 |
| While zephyrs fan the verdant grove (fl) |
141 |
|
| Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| There was once, it was said, when is out of my head (fl) |
142-145 |
18 |
| Ye sons of Mars attend, come join the festive throng (fl) |
145 |
3 |
| Now we are freed from College rules (fl) |
146-147 |
7 |
| Make room all ye kingdoms, in history renown'd (fl) |
216-217 |
6 |
| Why should our joys transform to pain (fl) |
149-150 |
10 |
| When fortune doth frown (fl) |
150-152 |
8 |
| You say, Sir, once a wit allow'd (fl) |
152-153 |
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| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
153 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who despots disdain (fl) |
154 |
6 |
| Come let us prepare (fl) |
155-156 |
7 |
| Ye sons of fair Science, impatient to learn (fl) |
156-157 |
6 |
| What mortal can more happy be (fl) |
157-158 |
5 |
| When Sol with grave motion, had plung'd in the ocean (fl) |
158-160 |
18 |
| Hail! Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
160-161 |
5 |
| Tho' pure are the joys that from melody flow (fl) |
161-162 |
2 |
| Come each gallant lad, who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
162 |
3 |
| Oh did you not hear of Kate Kearney (fl) |
163 |
2 |
| Hail, great republic of the world! (fl) |
163-164 |
5 |
| When orient Wisdom beam'd serene (fl) |
164-165 |
5 |
| How blest the life a soldier leads (fl) |
166-167 |
3 |
| Sly peeping dawn from the mountains appears, The (fl) |
167 |
3 |
| This world is a stage (fl) |
168-170 |
15 |
| When our great Sires this land explor'd (fl) |
170-171 |
5 |
| Diogenes, surly and proud (fl) |
171-173 |
7 |
| Ah! tell me, ye swains, have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
173-174 |
3 |
| As passing by a shady grove (fl) |
174-175 |
3 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
175 |
2 |
| Returning home across the plain (fl) |
175-176 |
3 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
176 |
3 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
177 |
4 |
| My dearest life, were thou my wife (fl) |
177-178 |
5 |
| See down Eliza's blushing cheek (fl) |
178-179 |
4 |
| Now we're launch'd on the world (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| Glist'ning tear that virtue shed, The (fl) |
180 |
2 |
| Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The (fl) |
181 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
181-182 |
5 |
| Tuneful lavrocs cheer the grove, The (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| Come, ye Masons, hither bring (fl) |
183-184 |
5 |
| Conven'd we're met, my jovial souls (fl) |
184-185 |
7 |
| Waves were hush'd---the sky serene, The (fl) |
185-186 |
3 |
| Soldier is the noblest name, A (fl) |
186-187 |
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| Let the toast be Love and Beauty (fl) |
187 |
3 |
| In life's morn a maiden gay (fl) |
188 |
2 |
| Free from the bustle, care and strife (fl) |
188-189 |
5 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
189-190 |
4 |
| I love but dare not say who (fl) |
190-191 |
2 |
| Awake, my muse, with sprightliest lay (fl) |
191-192 |
6 |