| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Come, strike the bpld anthems, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| On this cold flinty rock, I will lay down my head (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| When I was at home with my father and mother (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| When we dwell on the kiss of a lass we adore (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| Oh, take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
17 |
3 |
| With faded roses strew the bier (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| I was born one day when my mother was out (fl) |
18-19 |
8 |
| Only tell her that I love (fl) |
20 |
|
| Oh! the land of sweet Erin's a land of delight (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| As twilight grew pale in the west (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Ye bards who've extoll'd the gay vallies and glades (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| Silent, O Moyle! be the roar of thy waters (fl) |
23 |
2 |
| When first I saw the youth who came to me a wooing (fl) |
23-24 |
2 |
| |
24 |
|
| Tear of soft sympathy flow'd from my eye, The (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plan (fl) |
25-26 |
5 |
| Oh! in Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| Heath this night must be my bed, The (fl) |
27-28 |
6 |
| Traveller stopt at a widow's gate, A (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Och! long life to the girls who revive without pother (fl) |
29-30 |
5 |
| While I hang on your bosom distracted to lose you (fl) |
30 |
4 |
| Hail friendship, dear soother of sorrow (fl) |
31 |
6 |
| O'Rourke's noble fare will ne'er be forgot (fl) |
32 |
4 |
| Of their Chloes and Phillises poets may prate (fl) |
32-33 |
7 |
| What pleasing scenes before me ran (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
38-39 |
5 |
| To a shady retreat fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Like the frail bark toss'd on the foamy deep (fl) |
40 |
2 |
| Hail Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| Where shall the lover rest (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Though Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl (fl) |
42-43 |
7 |
| Oh Nora, the glen with the hawthorn is blooming (fl) |
43 |
|
| To decide on the merits of wine in a cask (fl) |
44 |
2 |
| As I lean'd o'er the gate one Midsummer eve (fl) |
44-45 |
6 |
| Since all are subject to vexation (fl) |
45-46 |
5 |
| Dear brothers of fraternal mind (fl) |
46-48 |
6 |
| When we took our departure from Dublin's fam'd city (fl) |
48-49 |
4 |
| By the side of a murmuring stream (fl) |
48-50 |
3 |
| Who has ever been in London, that overgrown place (fl) |
50-52 |
11 |
| Slow broke the light and sweet breath'd the morn (fl) |
52-53 |
2 |
| When Rubin dress'd out in his holiday clothes (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| When William first woo'd I said Yes to the swain (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| Between Nose and Eyes a sad contest arose (fl) |
56 |
4 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
57-59 |
6 |
| If, sir, you mean my heart to gain (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| Moon dimm'd her beams in a feathering cloud, The (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| From cottage couch where slumber'd Mary (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| As I strayed o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
62-63 |
5 |
| To the cliffs, while below the huge surges are foaming (fl) |
64-65 |
6 |
| Ah! sweet were the moments when love vows repeating (fl) |
65-66 |
2 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
66 |
3 |
| To ease his heart and own his flame (fl) |
67 |
5 |
| To Liberty's enraptur'd sight (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| Whence comes it neighbour Dick (fl) |
69-70 |
7 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
72 |
3 |
| One evening good humor took [wit] as his guest (fl) |
72-73 |
7 |
| Dogs began to bark, The (fl) |
74 |
4 |
| To Anacreon in heav'n, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
74-76 |
6 |
| Landlady of France, she loved an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
76 |
4 |
| America, thou lovely nation (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Priest of Kajaaga, as blind as a stone, A (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| My merry gentle people (fl) |
79-80 |
5 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
80-81 |
6 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| I'm counted a frolicksome blade (fl) |
83-84 |
6 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
85 |
4 |
| Spirits of Distress, of every occupation (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| In poverty's garb though 'tis true I'm array'd (fl) |
86-87 |
2 |
| Let Fame sound the trumpet and cry to the war (fl) |
87 |
2 |
| Since the first dawn of reason that beam'd on my mnd (fl) |
88-89 |
2 |
| With my pipe in one hand and my jug in the other (fl) |
88 |
2 |
| Our bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had lower'd (fl) |
89 |
6 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| Sage once to a maiden sang, A (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Dark, dark was the dungeon and hummid the walls (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
95 |
5 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
96 |
3 |
| By dawn to the downs we repair (fl) |
97 |
2 |
| Alone, to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Oh! when I was christen'd 'twas a fair day (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| Love like an April day beguiles (fl) |
99 |
2 |
| Oh! Fortune how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
99-100 |
9 |
| From the white blossom'd slow, my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| Ask me for a song? Egad, you'll soon wish you hadn't! (fl) |
101-103 |
|
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
103 |
2 |
| Poor Absalom is Dead! (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Success to our innocent social delight (fl) |
104 |
1 |
| Earth is a toper, and drinks up the rain, The (fl) |
104-106 |
5 |
| Toils are pitch'd, and the stakes are set, The (fl) |
105 |
4 |
| O when my farm is taken (fl) |
106-107 |
2 |
| Ruddy Damon, sighing said (fl) |
107-108 |
2 |
| When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame (fl) |
108-109 |
9 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
109-110 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
110 |
3 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
110-112 |
3 |
| Though nature around me is blooming (fl) |
113 |
3 |
| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Captain bold of Halifax, A (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| O hie the home Willy my sailor and lover (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| All you who would wish to succeed with a lass (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| Sond of Bacchus let's be gay (fl) |
117 |
2 |
| Friend of my soul this goblet sip (fl) |
117-118 |
2 |
| Tell me Maria, tell me true (fl) |
118 |
2 |
| Away, away,---you're all the same (fl) |
119 |
4 |
| New faltering lamb as fair Emmeline past (fl) |
119-120 |
2 |
| Within this shelter'd mossy dell (fl) |
120 |
4 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
121 |
4 |
| Dear comrades draw near, why sit you so far? (fl) |
122 |
5 |
| Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn (fl) |
123 |
4 |
| How happy the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Swift fly the hours when in youth's happy day (fl) |
124 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
125 |
3 |
| You never did hear of an Irishman's fear (fl) |
126 |
2 |
| Mock me no more with love's beguiling dreams (fl) |
126 |
4 |
| To Mary's sad story give ear gentle stranger (fl) |
127 |
2 |
| With woman's form and woman's tricks (fl) |
127 |
2 |
| Search the word high and low [sic] (fl) |
128 |
6 |
| Where's the rosy smile you gave me (fl) |
129 |
2 |
| Said a smile to a tear, on the cheek of my dear (fl) |
129 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
130 |
2 |
| Come hither ye sons of good cheer (fl) |
130-131 |
7 |
| By the delicious warmness of your mouth (fl) |
131-132 |
6 |
| I'm parish clerk and sexton here (fl) |
133 |
|
| Fav'rites of Fortune their Treasures may boast, The (fl) |
134 |
5 |
| When I was a chicken I went to school (fl) |
134-135 |
6 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| In Glasgow Town my mither dwells (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| Beam of tranquility smil'd in the West, A (fl) |
137-138 |
7 |
| Tho' I am now a very little lad (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| Clerk I was in London gay, A (fl) |
139-140 |
4 |
| Body may in simple way, A (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd (fl) |
141-142 |
6 |
| Look that she gave when she bade me, "adieu" (fl) |
142-143 |
6 |
| Wear with me the rosy wreath (fl) |
143 |
3 |
| Sea was calm the sky serene, The (fl) |
143-144 |
3 |
| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
144 |
2 |
| My thoughts delight to wander (fl) |
145 |
4 |
| You all knew Tom Moody, the whipper in well (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| Thou dear seducer of my heart (fl) |
147-148 |
6 |
| Drink to her who long (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| As on a wave the sun beam slept (fl) |
149-150 |
4 |
| Rose bud by my early waulk, A (fl) |
150 |
3 |
| We all say the man was considerably knowing (fl) |
151 |
2 |
| We tars are all for fun and glee (fl) |
151-153 |
5 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
153 |
3 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other (fl) |
154 |
2 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
154 |
2 |
| Dear me, how I long to be married (fl) |
155 |
2 |
| Let pleasure go round (fl) |
155 |
3 |
| Could a man be secure, that his life would endure (fl) |
156 |
2 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
156-157 |
5 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
157-159 |
8 |
| Kathelin sat alone (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| Old Mary, her poor husband dead (fl) |
161-162 |
4 |
| Jack Binnacle met with an old shipmate (fl) |
163-164 |
4 |
| By the side of a brig that stands over yon brook (fl) |
164-165 |
|
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| Oh! Hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the sweet tear (fl) |
166 |
3 |
| When first I was married to Katy O'Connor (fl) |
167 |
3 |
| Once Edgar woo'd a maiden fair (fl) |
167-168 |
3 |
| Free from the bustle, care and strife (fl) |
168-187 [=169] |
5 |
| Oh! What a dainty fine thing is the girl I love (fl) |
187 |
3 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
188 |
3 |
| Wind blew a blast from the northward, The (fl) |
189 |
4 |
| Ize a York-shireman just come to town (fl) |
190-191 |
7 |
| Yea, I fell in the pit opf love, with my Ti tum ti (fl) |
192 |
3 |
| All in the downs the Fleet was moor'd (fl) |
192-193 |
5 |
| Mother were dead and sister were married (fl) |
194-195 |
5 |
| Spruce Mr. Clark, The (fl) |
195-196 |
5 |
| Night is calm, and the air is still, The (fl) |
196 |
|
| When disdainfully we treat you (fl) |
197 |
2 |
| When seated with Sal, all my messmates around (fl) |
197-198 |
3 |
| Now the rage of battle ended (fl) |
198-200 |
7 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The (fl) |
200 |
4 |
| Without the help of gamut, note demisemiquaver, crotchet or minim (fl) |
200-202 |
6 |
| D[oe]s the harp of Rosa slumber (fl) |
202 |
4 |
| I saw them meet the pangs of abscence o'er (fl) |
202-203 |
6 |
| Come all ye social pow'rs (fl) |
203-204 |
5 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
204-205 |
6 |
| When I was a Yonker, I was first apprentic'd (fl) |
206 |
3 |
| Ods blood! what a time for a seaman to skulk (fl) |
206-207 |
3 |
| When the standard of war Columbia rais'd high (fl) |
208-209 |
4 |
| Can an Irishman practice such guile (fl) |
209 |
|
| Ye winds and ye waves, bear my sorrows away (fl) |
210 |
3 |
| There's not a look, a word of thine (fl) |
210-211 |
4 |
| Sun in the wave dipt his lingering ray, The (fl) |
211 |
5 |
| Give me but a friend and a glass, boys (fl) |
120 [=212] |
2 |
| Baron Donderdronkdickdorff, said, one Summers day (fl) |
120 [=212]-213 |
3 |
| Oh, love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
213-214 |
4 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
214-215 |
3 |
| Jolly fac'd parson once happen'd to pop (fl) |
215-216 |
8 |
| Come listen awhile and I'll sing you a ditty (fl) |
217-218 |
6 |
| Sam Splic'em d'ye mind, is one of those Boys (fl) |
218-219 |
|
| Mind of a woman can never be known, The (fl) |
219 |
2 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
220 |
4 |
| Oh hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
220-221 |
|
| Player bold in Staffordshire, set in for country quarters, A (fl) |
221-222 |
5 |
| Woman is like to---but stay--- (fl) |
222-223 |
3 |
| Where weeps the Willow o'er the stream (fl) |
224 |
5 |
| My Eva! see this op'ning Rose (fl) |
225 |
3 |
| How sweet on the mountains, when heath-bells are glowing (fl) |
225-226 |
2 |
| Oh, whack! Cupid's a Mannikin (fl) |
226-227 |
2 |
| Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The (fl) |
227 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Free Columbia, whose fathers dar'd the waves (fl) |
228-229 |
5 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
229-230 |
4 |
| When Freedom was banish'd from Greece and from Rome (fl) |
230-231 |
6 |
| Ye virgins attend (fl) |
231 |
5 |
| Farewell to America, dear Mary, Adieu (fl) |
232 |
3 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
233-234 |
5 |
| Och! dismal and dark was the day to be sure (fl) |
234-235 |
2 |
| Hush ev'ry breeze, let nothing move (fl) |
235 |
3 |
| Major M'Pherson heav'd a sigh (fl) |
236 |
4 |
| Parson who had the remarkable foible, A (fl) |
237-238 |
12 |
| Believe me, believe me, in country and town (fl) |
239-240 |
3 |
| Sam Sailyard lov'd Sally, the girl of his heart (fl) |
241 |
3 |
| When whistling winds are heard to blow (fl) |
241-242 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
242-244 |
9 |
| I'll zing you a whimsical lay (fl) |
245-246 |
6 |
| What shall we have for supper Mrs. Bond (fl) |
246-247 |
5 |
| As an old Jackdaw, and a young Jackdaw (fl) |
247-248 |
5 |
| My daddy was a Tinker's son (fl) |
248-249 |
3 |
| There's a difference between a Beggar and a Queen (fl) |
250-252 |
7 |
| Stay sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
253 |
3 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
253-254 |
2 |
| Soldier, slumb'ring after the war, The (fl) |
254-255 |
3 |
| Tears burn on ev'ry cheek, The (fl) |
255-256 |
4 |
| When Autumn wing'd the blast with power (fl) |
256 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
257 |
3 |
| John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred (fl) |
258-259 |
8 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
260-263 |
10 |
| Come each gallant lad (fl) |
263-264 |
6 |
| Oh! take me to your arms my love (fl) |
264 |
3 |
| Oh! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray (fl) |
265 |
6 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see (fl) |
266-267 |
4 |
| What matters, Tom, to where we're bound (fl) |
267-268 |
5 |
| World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The (fl) |
268 |
3 |
| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
269 |
3 |
| Great way off at sea, when at home I benee (fl) |
269-270 |
6 |
| Her mouth, with a smile (fl) |
270 |
2 |
| When first from on high the great fiat was giv'n (fl) |
271-272 |
5 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
272-273 |
4 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
273 |
2 |
| Top sails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
274 |
4 |
| It was Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky (fl) |
274-275 |
4 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
276-277 |
7 |
| Begone, dull care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
277 |
2 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
277 |
3 |
| What pleasures can compare (fl) |
278-279 |
5 |
| Amo amas (fl) |
279 |
3 |
| I am lately returned from the ocean (fl) |
280-282 |
7 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
282 |
3 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
283 |
|
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
283-284 |
10 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
285 |
3 |
| Lawyers pay you with words, and fine ladies with vapours (fl) |
286 |
3 |