| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Friend of my soul, this goblet sip (fl) |
5 |
2 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
8-9 |
2 |
| Peace to thy gentle shade (fl) |
10-11 |
1 |
| My sickly spouse, with many a sigh (fl) |
11 |
4 |
| When Nell, given' o'er by the Doctor. was dying (fl) |
12 |
4 |
| How sweet, in the woodlands, with fleet hounds and horn (fl) |
13 |
2 |
| Let Fame sound the trumpet, and cry, to the war (fl) |
14-15 |
2 |
| Give me the sweet delights of love (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Sailor boy, sailor boy, sleep, my sweet fellow (fl) |
17-19 |
2 |
| There is a proverb fery old [sic] (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Twelve months are past, since on this strand (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| No sport to the chase can compare (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| How great is thy pleasure, how sweet the delight (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| O blest forever be this day (fl) |
26-29 |
1 |
| Look, neighbours, look (fl) |
29 |
3 |
| When the moon shines o'er the deep, Ackee--O (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Cloe requested (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Glorious the ray glancing over the ocean (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| Our country is our ship, d'ye see (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| Mother were dead and sister were married (fl) |
38-39 |
5 |
| When tell-tale echoes whisper around (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| Vast is the swelling tide of joy (fl) |
42-43 |
|
| Poor Johnny's dead, I hear his knell (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| O have you not heard of Kate Kearney? (fl) |
44 |
4 |
| 'Twas you, Sir (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| Hush to peace each ruder wind (fl) |
50-53 |
2 |
| From the fair Lavinian shore (fl) |
54-55 |
2 |
| Such a liar is Tom (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| Beneath this stone lies old Cath'rine Gray (fl) |
57 |
5 |
| In yonder grave a Druid lies (fl) |
58-65 |
4 |
| Hence, forever, baneful sorrow (fl) |
66-67 |
1 |
| Hark, hark ye, how echoes the horn in the vale (fl) |
68-69 |
|
| Wind, gentle Evergreen, to form a shade (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| You high born Spanish noblemen (fl) |
70-74 |
4 |
| Glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather, A (fl) |
74-75 |
2 |
| When night, and here upon my guard (fl) |
76-77 |
2 |
| Boat,, a boat,, unto the lerry, A (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| White and grey sand (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| To soothe our care, let's sing an air (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| By shady woods and purling streams (fl) |
79 |
3 |
| Thou ling'ring star, with less'nng ray (fl) |
80 |
4 |
| How sleep the brave, who sink to rest (fl) |
81-84 |
|
| Hark, the bonny Christ church Bells (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair (fl) |
86-89 |
3 |
| Half an hour past twelve o' clock (fl) |
89 |
4 |
| Lightly tread, 'tis hallow'd ground (fl) |
90-91 |
2 |
| Love, my Mary, dwells with thee (fl) |
92-93 |
2 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
94 |
3 |