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Page |
Verses |
| I wander'd once a break of day (fl) |
1-3 |
3 |
| Like the frail bark, toss'd on the foamy deep (fl) |
4-5 |
2 |
| To a woodman's hut, there came one day (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
8-9 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
10-11 |
2 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
16-18 |
4 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
19-20 |
1 |
| When time was entwining the garland of years (fl) |
22-23 |
1 |
| Ah! Thee will I follow (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
28-29 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship, that under sail (fl) |
30-32 |
4 |
| Let fame sound the trumpet (fl) |
33-35 |
2 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Softly blew the eastern breezes (fl) |
38-39 |
2 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
40-43 |
3 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
44-45 |
2 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
46-48 |
4 |
| O have you not heard of Kate Kearney (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Oh yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannekin (fl) |
52-54 |
2 |
| Theres a dear little plant that grows in our isle (fl) |
55-57 |
3 |
| O the face of brave Captain Megan (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Snowy rose, go deck my fair (fl) |
60-61 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine (fl) |
62-63 |
2 |
| Oh! Mine be the cottage within the vale (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| Believe me if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
66-67 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Alone on the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
70-72 |
3 |
| Oh! Think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
73-75 |
2 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Here beneath the willow sleepeth (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Come, loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
82-84 |
2 |
| Oh breathe not his name (fl) |
85 |
2 |
| Now Joan, we are married, and now let me say (fl) |
86-87 |
7 |
| When I was a lad in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
88-90 |
3 |
| O love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
91-93 |
4 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow (fl) |
94-95 |
2 |
| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove (fl) |
98-100 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted his chariot of day (fl) |
101-103 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
104-107 |
1 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| Charming maid of Lodi, so sweet she sung to me, The (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| Does the harp of Rosa slumber (fl) |
112-115 |
1 |
| Mary, I believ'd thee true (fl) |
116-117 |
2 |
| Some sing of sweet Mally, some sing of fair Nelly (fl) |
118-120 |
5 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
121-123 |
4 |
| O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Little insect perch'd on high (fl) |
126-127 |
5 |
| All in the downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
128-130 |
8 |
| Life's like a ship. In constant motion (fl) |
131-133 |
4 |
| Twas on the twenty first of June (fl) |
134-137 |
3 |
| Turban's Turk who scorns the world, The (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
140-141 |
4 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
142-145 |
8 |
| Drink to her who long hath wak'd the poets sigh (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
148-150 |
3 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
151-155 |
1 |
| When Thro' life unblest we rove (fl) |
156-157 |
3 |
| Lewellen with his Patience dear (fl) |
158-161 |
1 |
| John Anderson, My Joe, John (fl) |
162-164 |
7 |
| Where is the nymph, whose azure eye (fl) |
165-167 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
168-170 |
3 |
| Though far beyond the mountains (fl) |
171-173 |
5 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
174-175 |
4 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
176-177 |
2 |
| O will you sit in the bow'r with me? (fl) |
178-181 |
1 |
| Wear with me the rosy wreath (fl) |
182-186 |
1 |
| I sing the maid of Lodi, sweet soother of my toil! (fl) |
187 |
1 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
188-189 |
3 |