| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Descend ye chaste nine, to a true Irish bard (fl) |
2-6 |
9 |
| It was Murphy Delaney so funny (fl) |
7 |
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| O Love! What the deuce do you want (fl) |
8-9 |
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| Of all trades, my dear crater [sic] (fl) |
10 |
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| Arrah, what a big nose had the (fl) |
11-12 |
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| Night before Larry was stretch'd, The (fl) |
13-14 |
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| I'm an Irishman born, and as pretty (fl) |
15 |
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| Face of Brave Captain Megan, The (fl) |
16 |
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| In Dublin city liv'd a youth (fl) |
17-18 |
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| [Turban's Turk who scorns the world, The] (fl) |
18-19 |
2 |
| Between fear and courage, Lord! What can be done? (fl) |
19-21 |
5 |
| Oh! What a great flutter is here in my breast (fl) |
21-22 |
5 |
| Search all the world over, thro' all times and ages (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Come listen awhile, and I'll sing you a ditty (fl) |
24-26 |
6 |
| By Chreesht and Shaint Patrick, going home last night (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| There was Cormac O'Con (fl) |
27-28 |
5 |
| Since Epilogue speaking to me is quite new (fl) |
28-30 |
9 |
| I was born at home when my mother was out (fl) |
31-32 |
8 |
| We're assembl'd here together (fl) |
33-37 |
3 |
| Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| Come, bustle, neighbor Prig (fl) |
39-41 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
41-43 |
7 |
| As I went down by yon blind quad (fl) |
43-44 |
5 |
| Each pretty young miss, with a long heavy purse (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| You never did hear of an Irishman's fear (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| When first I met young Teddy's eyes (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| Won't you tail the leap year, by that am'rous dog Janus (fl) |
47-49 |
6 |
| Let other men sing of their goddesses bright (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| On the lake of Killarney I first saw the lad (fl) |
51 |
2 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
51-53 |
4 |
| Mr. Leonard O'Leary's my Christian name (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| O'er yon tomb in the valley why waves the green willow (fl) |
54-55 |
2 |
| Patrick O'Row is my name (fl) |
55-57 |
5 |
| As I stray'd o'er the common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
57-60 |
6 |
| Let patriot pride our patriot triumph wake (fl) |
60-63 |
4 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! To glory arise (fl) |
65-67 |
6 |
| Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| There is not, in the wide world, a valley so sweet (fl) |
86-87 |
4 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| On the banks of the Rhine at the sun setting hour (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Ye banks and braes, and streams around (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| Landlady of France she loved an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
93-94 |
4 |
| Old England! Tis time you were brought to your senses (fl) |
94-95 |
6 |
| Where weeps the willow o'er the stream (fl) |
96-97 |
5 |
| Where spirits dwell and shad'wy forms (fl) |
97-98 |
6 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
99-100 |
6 |
| When liberty's standard Columbia rais'd high (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| Hail liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
102 |
4 |
| Harp of Erin wake to glory (fl) |
103-105 |
14 |