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Page |
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| My name's Murdock Lob, I was born in a town (fl) |
5-6 |
7 |
| My father was once a great marchant [sic] (fl) |
6-7 |
6 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plan (fl) |
8-9 |
5 |
| Och! 'twas in the town of --- in the country of ---now I forget the name (fl) |
9-10 |
5 |
| Of all sorts of tume, if to search you're inclin'd (fl) |
10-11 |
7 |
| Bachelor leads an easy life, A (fl) |
11-12 |
2 |
| Spruce David Day, The (fl) |
12-13 |
6 |
| Now listen, my honeys, awhile if you please (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| As old Goody Jenkins was snoring away (fl) |
15-17 |
9 |
| Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| John Bull was a bompkin born and bred (fl) |
18-20 |
8 |
| Jolly fac'd parson once happen'd to pop, A (fl) |
20-21 |
8 |
| I'se a Yorkshireman just come to town (fl) |
22-23 |
7 |
| When tutor'd by mother, she often times said (fl) |
24 |
5 |
| By the side of a murmuring stream (fl) |
24-25 |
6 |
| Major M'Pherson heav'd a sigh (fl) |
25-26 |
1 |
| Through Dublin as once I was trudging away (fl) |
26-28 |
12 |
| Yur pardon kind gentlefwok pray [sic] (fl) |
28-30 |
7 |
| My merry people, pray will you list a minute (fl) |
30-31 |
5 |
| Priest of Kejaaga, as blind as a stone, A (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| I am a tailor gay (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| When wise man cleaveth to woman's side (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| My father left me a snug little cot (fl) |
35 |
4 |
| Old Tom was a toper of no little credit (fl) |
36 |
4 |
| Playhouse of liquor 'tis found, A (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Old Nathan to his wife did say (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| Ye muses all, attend my call (fl) |
38-40 |
10 |
| Great way off at sea, when at home I benee (fl) |
40-41 |
6 |
| Oh! To hand, reef, and steer, is the thing sailors prize (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| His Worship Justice Gander, sworn newly of the peace (fl) |
43-45 |
5 |
| Adown a green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
46 |
4 |
| Oh! When single how happy was I (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| By trade I am a turner, and Mug is my name (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| Paddy Shannon high mounted on his trotting little pony (fl) |
49 |
4 |
| In England they tell us (fl) |
49-50 |
6 |
| Of the fam'd Abraham Newland, there much has been said (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| You've heard of a frog in an opera hat (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| Your zarvant good gentlefolks, how d'ye all do? (fl) |
53-55 |
9 |
| In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| Love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
57 |
3 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
57-58 |
5 |
| Jolly fat parson lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Potatoes now blossom'd and gladness prevails (fl) |
60-61 |
6 |
| When I was a chicken, I went to school (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| Mrs. Bridget lov'd a man, yet all cruel was he (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| 'Twas business requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Descend ye chaste Nine to an Irish bard (fl) |
64-67 |
10 |
| Of all sorts of drops drooping spirits to cure (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| I'm a jew you may tell py my peard and my proge (fl) |
68 |
5 |
| Let the whirlwinds arise and the tempest loud blow (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
70-71 |
4 |
| When freedom first shone o'er Columbia's rich shores (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
73-76 |
10 |
| When Freedom was banish'd from Greece and from Rome (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
78-80 |
8 |
| Britain's chieftain once thought for to put on the yoke (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| Once the gods of the Greeks, at ambrosial feast (fl) |
81-82 |
8 |
| Trumpet of War from our fields is resounding (fl) |
83 |
8 |
| In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade (fl) |
84-85 |
10 |
| Eliza once was fair and young (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe, my fair Cloe requested (fl) |
86 |
2 |
| What matters, Tom, to where we're bound (fl) |
87 |
5 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
88-89 |
5 |
| My thoughts delight to wander (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| Wilt thou be mine, Fair Caroline (fl) |
90 |
4 |
| Beneath this broad oak, not a better to show (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| You all know Tom Moody, The whipper-in, well (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| At the front of a cottage, with woodbine grown o'er (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Woodland maid, my beauty's queen, The (fl) |
94 |
2 |
| My love, the gayest of the throng (fl) |
94-95 |
2 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
95 |
4 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Twin of Latona so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
96-97 |
2 |
| 'Twas in the ev'ning of a wint'ry day (fl) |
97 |
6 |
| 'Twas near a rock within the bay (fl) |
93 |
4 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| Why shun me thus, my charming Kate? (fl) |
100 |
3 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flowery dales (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Oh! Listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| Oh, have you not heard of Kate Kearney (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| Oh! Yes I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| We brethren Freemasons, let's mark the great name (fl) |
105-106 |
6 |
| Let Masons ever live in love (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| As poverty late in a fit of despair (fl) |
106-107 |
6 |
| Mason's daughter, fair and young, A (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
108 |
2 |