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Page |
Verses |
| Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake (fl) |
3-4 |
5 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
4-6 |
8 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
7-9 |
6 |
| Great way off at sea, where at home I'd binne (fl) |
9-10 |
6 |
| Poor negro say one ting you no take offence (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| By trade I'm a turner, and Mug is my name (fl) |
15 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
16 |
2 |
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
17-19 |
10 |
| At Cork liv'd Miss Molly O'Rigge (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Oh! the land of sweet Erin's the land of delight (fl) |
20-22 |
3 |
| Taylor I once was, as blithe as e'er need be, A (fl) |
22-23 |
6 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| Sweet inmate Sensibility (fl) |
24 |
2 |
| Said a smile to a tear on the cheek of my dear (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| Long time I've courted you, miss (fl) |
26-27 |
7 |
| While I hang on your bosom distracted to lose you (fl) |
27-28 |
2 |
| O I first saw the youth who to me came a wooing (fl) |
28-29 |
2 |
| On Richmond hill there lives a lass (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| Let fame sound the trumpet and cry to the war (fl) |
30-31 |
2 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| Little Cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough stray'd (fl) |
32 |
2 |
| As walking forth to view the plain (fl) |
33-34 |
6 |
| Tuneful lov'rocs cheer the grove, The [sic] (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| Peaceful slumbering on the ocean (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| O take me to your arms, my love (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| On one parent stalk two white roses were growing (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| There came to the beach, a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
39-41 |
5 |
| Let the sons of Columbia with triumph proclaim (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| On this cold flinty rock I will lay down my head (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| I wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| To a shady retreat fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| From thee, Eliza I must go (fl) |
45-46 |
2 |
| You care of money ah! care no more (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| Oh the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Tho' oft is met severe distress (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
51 |
|
| There's a dear little plant that grows in our Isle (fl) |
52 |
|
| As on a wave the sun-beam slept (fl) |
54 |
|
| America, thou lovely nation (fl) |
55 |
|
| With faded roses strew the bier (fl) |
55 |
|
| Within this shelter'd mossy dell (fl) |
55 |
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| Oh! mine be the cottage within the vale (fl) |
57 |
|
| Night is calm, and the air is still, The (fl) |
58 |
|
| Where's the rosy smile you gave me (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| When vice assail'd this lower sphere (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Friend of my soul, this goblet sip (fl) |
60 |
2 |
| Arise, arise, Britania's sons arise (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| My father he left me a snug little cot (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| By the side of a murmuring stream (fl) |
66 |
6 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| Twas business required I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
68-70 |
4 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise, the ruddy morn (fl) |
70 |
1 |
| Dear Nancy I've sail'd the wide world all around (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| When pensive I thought on my love (fl) |
72 |
2 |
| How various the blushes that tint the cheek (fl) |
73-74 |
6 |
| Long ago from my country I trotted away (fl) |
74-75 |
2 |
| My mother says I'm now sixteen (fl) |
75-76 |
6 |
| Why tarries my love, or where does he rove? (fl) |
76-77 |
5 |
| Yea, I fell in the pit of love (fl) |
77-78 |
2 |
| Love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Jolly fat Parson lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| In this lottery of life should dame Fortune beguile (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| Sea was rough, the clouds were dark, The (fl) |
84 |
2 |
| To wed me Harry often vow'd (fl) |
84 |
2 |
| Why should we grieve for the days that are gone (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| Young Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate (fl) |
86-87 |
3 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug which now foams (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| Your zarvant good gentlefolks, how d'ye all do? (fl) |
88-91 |
9 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop, vash in my box (fl) |
91-93 |
5 |
| Only tell her that I love (fl) |
93 |
1 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow (fl) |
94 |
3 |
| Last night I sat me down and cried (fl) |
94 |
2 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
95-96 |
5 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Says Colin to me, I've a thought in my head (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| Night her silent sable wore, The (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| If I live to grow old, as I find I go down (fl) |
101-103 |
5 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| Why fair maid in every feature (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| O'er the gloomy woods resounding (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| What man in his wits had not rather be poor (fl) |
107 |
5 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
108 |
3 |
| Sweet is life when love directs us (fl) |
108 |
3 |
| Oh, think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
109-110 |
3 |
| Come measter's I be's going to sing (fl) |
110 |
3 |
| Twas a beautiful night, and the stars (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
112 |
3 |
| Peace to the brave who nobly bleed (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| This maxim let ev'ry one hear (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Faint, and wearily, the way-worn traveller (fl) |
114 |
2 |
| O give me your plain dealing fellows (fl) |
115 |
3 |
| Clerk I was in London gay, A (fl) |
115-116 |
4 |
| My love, the gayest of the throng (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Woman is like to---but stay, A (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| Man, he is like to---but stay, A (fl) |
118-119 |
7 |
| Trust not man, for he'll deceive you (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Trust not woman, she'll beguile you (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Wedding's a wedding the universe over, A (fl) |
121-122 |
6 |
| Beautious starling late I saw, A (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| When I was a chit, just got into my teens (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Woodland maid, my beauty's queen!, The (fl) |
124 |
2 |
| Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures (fl) |
125-126 |
14 |
| Ye youths wheresoever ye wander so free (fl) |
127-128 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
128 |
2 |
| Jolly mortals fill your glasses (fl) |
129 |
3 |
| Jolly mortals, you're mistaken (fl) |
129-130 |
6 |
| Ye lasses gay. in beauty's bloom (fl) |
130-131 |
6 |
| Flaxen-headed cow boy, A (fl) |
131-132 |
2 |
| From night till morn I take my glass (fl) |
132 |
2 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
133 |
2 |
| As through the grove the other day (fl) |
134 |
3 |
| Sweet woman, I love you as dear as my life (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| If love, as we're told, is source of sweet passion (fl) |
136-137 |
6 |
| Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| Battle first my soul employs (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| Hark the hollow woods resounding (fl) |
140 |
3 |
| From Susquehannah's utmost springs (fl) |
141-142 |
14 |
| When I was a lad in the land of Kilkenny (fl) |
143-144 |
4 |
| Nor morn nor night gave me delight (fl) |
144 |
2 |
| Whilst in peaceful quarters lying (fl) |
145-147 |
6 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labour opprest (fl) |
148 |
4 |
| Lad came down from our town, A (fl) |
149-150 |
10 |
| Of the unhappy maiden (fl) |
150 |
4 |
| For worms when old Bibo proved delicate fare (fl) |
151-152 |
3 |
| Throughout my life the girls I've pleas'd (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
153 |
4 |
| Bachelor leads an easy life, A (fl) |
154-155 |
6 |
| Ah where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
156 |
2 |
| As I saw fair Clora walk alone (fl) |
156 |
3 |
| Young Stephon met me on the green (fl) |
157 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
157-161 |
9 |
| Ye sluggards who murder your life time in sleep (fl) |
161-162 |
3 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
162-163 |
6 |
| A courting I went to my love (fl) |
163-164 |
6 |
| Cease fair ladies, cease bewailing (fl) |
164 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
165 |
3 |
| Jolly Miller, blithe I sing, A (fl) |
165-167 |
2 |
| Thus for men the women fair (fl) |
168 |
2 |
| Love's a cheat; we over-rate it (fl) |
168 |
2 |
| Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools (fl) |
169-171 |
9 |
| It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
172-173 |
3 |
| To rival the miser who broods o'er his plumb (fl) |
173 |
2 |
| While high the foaming surges rise (fl) |
174 |
3 |
| Welcome, welcome, brother debtor (fl) |
175 |
4 |
| When quite a young spark (fl) |
176-177 |
7 |
| On you whom Masonry despise (fl) |
177-178 |
4 |
| Thus happily met, united and free (fl) |
178 |
3 |
| Anyone who reads the Scripture (fl) |
179 |
3 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
179-180 |
6 |
| Ere round the huge oak (fl) |
180 |
3 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
181-183 |
4 |
| In a little blue garment, all ragged and torn (fl) |
183-184 |
4 |
| Twas on the morn of sweet May-day (fl) |
185-186 |
5 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair (fl) |
186-187 |
5 |
| Though I am now a very little lad (fl) |
187-188 |
3 |
| Come strike the bold anthem (fl) |
188-190 |
4 |
| Tears that burn on every cheek, The (fl) |
190-191 |
4 |
| What a sly little urchin this Love is (fl) |
191 |
2 |
| As I lean'd o'er a gate, one midsummer eve (fl) |
192 |
3 |
| How sweet was the glen where the woodbine (fl) |
193 |
2 |
| Oh Norah, the glen with the hawthorn is blooming (fl) |
194 |
2 |
| Though nature around me is blooming (fl) |
195 |
3 |
| Rising o'er the heaving billow (fl) |
195-196 |
3 |
| Altho' the crimson current slow (fl) |
196-197 |
4 |
| Hail friendship, dear soother of sorrow (fl) |
197-198 |
6 |
| On yonder bloody-battle-field (fl) |
198-199 |
4 |
| Wand'ring youth forgive, A (fl) |
199 |
1 |
| How sweet on the mountains (fl) |
200 |
2 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
201 |
4 |
| Moon dimm'd her beams, The (fl) |
202-203 |
3 |
| Old Time would persuade us each lass (fl) |
203-204 |
3 |
| Happy, harmless, rural pair (fl) |
204 |
3 |
| On a green bank gentle Mary was seated (fl) |
205 |
2 |
| Harp that once through Tara's halls, The (fl) |
205-206 |
2 |
| When Eve and Adam first did wed (fl) |
206-207 |
4 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
207-208 |
4 |
| All you who would wish to succeed with a lass (fl) |
208 |
4 |
| Dear Kathleen, you no doubt (fl) |
209 |
3 |
| Good people give attention while I do sing (fl) |
210-211 |
8 |
| How happy, the woman, whose charms (fl) |
212 |
3 |
| Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing (fl) |
212 |
2 |
| Come haste to the wedding, ye friends (fl) |
213 |
3 |
| Give Isaac the nymph who no beauty can boast (fl) |
214 |
4 |
| When Autumn wing'd the blast with power (fl) |
215 |
3 |
| Underneath yon willow weeping (fl) |
216 |
3 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep (fl) |
217 |
2 |
| Where yon green hazel's trembling wave (fl) |
217-218 |
2 |
| I sing the maid of Lodi (fl) |
218-219 |
3 |
| In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
219-220 |
3 |
| When in death, I shall calm recline (fl) |
220-221 |
3 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
221-222 |
2 |
| Oh! hush the soft sigh, maid (fl) |
222-223 |
2 |