| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Arise, arise, Britannia's sons arise (fl) |
3-5 |
4 |
| Come each gallant lad who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
7 |
4 |
| What pleasures can compare (fl) |
8-9 |
5 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen to (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| Tho oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
12 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Oh! Think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
15-16 |
4 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Stay, lady, stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
18-19 |
10 |
| By moonlight on the green (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
22-23 |
2 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| From place to place I travers'd long (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| Alone on the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
27-28 |
5 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
28-30 |
4 |
| Oh! Where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
32-35 |
4 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
35-36 |
6 |
| Term ful as long as the siege of old Troy, A (fl) |
37-38 |
6 |
| Plague on those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| As on a lonely hill I stray'd (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| Begone dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies Poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| I was, d'ye see, a waterman (fl) |
42-44 |
4 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
44-47 |
7 |
| Jack Junk was a tar who could tether his tack (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
49-51 |
7 |
| Though far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
52-53 |
2 |
| Why should our joys transform to pain? (fl) |
53-55 |
10 |
| Why should we at our lots repine (fl) |
55-56 |
5 |
| Dear Kathleen, you no doubt (fl) |
56-57 |
2 |
| Dumbarton's drums beat bonny O (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| Four and twenty fiddlers all on a row (fl) |
58-60 |
10 |
| How happy the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| In good King Charles's golden days (fl) |
61-62 |
6 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| When the men a courting came (fl) |
64-65 |
5 |
| Willy was a wanton wag (fl) |
65-66 |
6 |
| You the point may carry (fl) |
67 |
4 |
| London town is just like a barber's shop (fl) |
68-69 |
5 |
| Lord! What care I for mam or dad? (fl) |
69-7- |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| My friends all declare that my time is misspent (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| Pho! Pox of this nonsense, I prithee give o'er (fl) |
73-74 |
5 |
| Since there's so small difference 'twixt drowning and drinking (fl) |
74 |
1 |
| Last time I came o'er the muir, The (fl) |
75-76 |
5 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
76-77 |
2 |
| What Cato advises most certainly wise is (fl) |
77 |
2 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a lass (fl) |
78 |
3 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
78-79 |
6 |
| Rebecca was the fairest maid (fl) |
80-81 |
7 |
| Since then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
81-82 |
2 |
| Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
83 |
2 |
| Why are we fond of toil and care (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| Ben Bowsprit I am, and a true jolly boy (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| In a mouldering cave, where the wretched retreat (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| I lock'd up all my treasure (fl) |
86-87 |
3 |
| In the midst of the sea, like a tough man of war (fl) |
87-88 |
5 |
| O fortune, how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
89-91 |
9 |
| When Hobbinol entreated Doll (fl) |
91-92 |
6 |
| There was a miller's daughter (fl) |
92-94 |
3 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
94-95 |
7 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
96-98 |
6 |
| Come buy of poor Mary primroses I sell (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
99-100 |
7 |
| Had Neptune, when first he took charge of the sea (fl) |
101-102 |
8 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| 'Twas I learnt a pretty song in France (fl) |
103-104 |
5 |
| 'Twas summer and softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
105-106 |
5 |
| When Orpheus went down to the regions below (fl) |
107-108 |
2 |
| Beauteous Sterling late I saw, A (fl) |
108-109 |
8 |
| Ah! Where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
109-110 |
2 |
| At the dead of the night, when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
110 |
3 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
111-112 |
6 |
| Shepherds call me little Sue, The (fl) |
112-113 |
3 |
| Ah! Delia, see the fatal hours (fl) |
113-115 |
7 |
| How bless'd has my time been, what joys have I known (fl) |
115-116 |
5 |
| Willy after courting long (fl) |
116 |
1 |
| One morning for my recreation (fl) |
117-119 |
7 |
| On the green banks of Shannon (fl) |
119-120 |
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| Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken and blind? (fl) |
120-121 |
|
| Too soon my dearest Sophia, pray take this kind adieu (fl) |
121-122 |
4 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| Come all ye pretty maidens, some older, some younger (fl) |
123-124 |
5 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
124-`25 |
3 |
| I'm old Owen Murdock, indeed (fl) |
125-128 |
19 |
| Tho' I sweep to and fro, old iron I do find (fl) |
128-130 |
6 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
131-132 |
4 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs, do ye see (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| Poor Jack, whose gay heart kept his spirits aloft (fl) |
134-136 |
4 |
| Sailor's life is a life of woe, A (fl) |
136-138 |
3 |
| Twas a beautiful night, and the stars they shone bright (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| My heart's soft emotion admits no disguise (fl) |
140 |
3 |