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Page |
Verses |
| Love and whisky both rejoice an honest fellow (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Attend to me, landsmen & sailors, and others (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| When I was at home, I was merry and frisky (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Kathelin sat all alone (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Oh, did you not hear of Kate Kearney? (fl) |
7-8 |
2 |
| Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
8 |
2 |
| In sweet Tipperary, the pride of the throng (fl) |
9-11 |
6 |
| Oh! many a mountain I wearily measure (fl) |
11-12 |
7 |
| Oh! when I breath'd a last adieu (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| Adieu my lov'd harp! for no more shall the vale (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
14-16 |
6 |
| You know I'm your priest, and your conscience is mine (fl) |
16-17 |
5 |
| Without the help of a gamut, note, demi-semiquaver, crochet, or minim (fl) |
17-19 |
6 |
| Ye winds and ye waves, bear my sorrow away (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Shepherds, I have lost my love (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| 'Twas Phelim of Doldrum the sense to reveal him (fl) |
21-23 |
4 |
| Would you travel the wide world over (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| Let Sawney loo the lasses O (fl) |
25-27 |
10 |
| In a nate little cabin not far from Kilkenny (fl) |
28-29 |
2 |
| Here's Phelim O'Connaught from Dublin com'd over (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Oh had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
30-32 |
3 |
| O what a country for people to marry in (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Remember as once we sat under an oak (fl) |
34 |
6 |
| Potatoes now blossom and gladness prevails (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| When a lad comes a courting how bashful he'll stand (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| When war was heard, and Erin's call (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Go, Edmund, join the martial throng (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Ope the casement, lady bright (fl) |
38-39 |
2 |
| Moon throws her shadowy light on the hill, The (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| There with fun we the stocking throw (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt oh! (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
42-44 |
5 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Arrah come. sons of Erin, I'll give you a song (fl) |
45-47 |
7 |
| Tis a mighty fine thing, to be sure it is now (fl) |
47-48 |
5 |
| Arrah, Neddy, my darling! and where are you jogging? (fl) |
48-49 |
|
| I danc'd on the green, when scarcely fifteen (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| And did you ne'er hear of an Irish hay-maker (fl) |
50-52 |
4 |
| Can't an Irishman practice such guile (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Arrah, honies, my dear (fl) |
54-56 |
3 |
| When first I come to London town, I was both spruce and fine, sir (fl) |
57-59 |
9 |
| Och, the top of the morning to Katty my jewel (fl) |
59-61 |
3 |
| When first I was married to Katty O'Connor (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
63-64 |
5 |
| From the county of Cork, you see I lately came (fl) |
64-66 |
9 |
| My father was once a great Marchant (fl) |
66-68 |
7 |
| Ned Grogan, dear joy, was the son of his mother (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| Oh! long life to the girls who revive without pother (fl) |
71-72 |
5 |
| Paddy Shannon, high mounted on his trotting little poney (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl) |
73-74 |
2 |
| If you travel the wide world over (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| Priest of the parish must lead a rare happy life, The (fl) |
76 |
2 |
| I'm a Paddy you see by the sight of my trogue (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| You've heard of one Gen'ral Macbeth (fl) |
78-81 |
7 |
| O! have you not heard of a story (fl) |
81-84 |
9 |
| Irishman I am, bekase, An (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Hero's life I sing, A (fl) |
85-88 |
9 |
| By the big hill of Howth (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| My father he left me a snug little cot (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| O sing not to me of your fine dressing swains (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Oh, here's Barney Maclean keeps the sign of the Pot (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Before I came from Connaught, O'Dominic they christen'd me (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| Oh! Love is the soul of a nate Irishman (fl) |
93-95 |
4 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plan (fl) |
95-97 |
5 |
| There was an Irish lad (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Mulgoney's my name, I'm a comical boy (fl) |
99-100 |
6 |
| As Dermot toil'd one summer's day (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| It's my country you'd know, I'm an Irishman born (fl) |
101-104 |
7 |
| I'm a comical fellow, I tell you no lie (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Dear Erin! how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
106 |
4 |
| Och, I sing of a wedding, and that at Dunleary (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| Of the ancients it's speaking, my soul, you'd be after (fl) |
108-110 |
5 |
| Ye good fellows all (fl) |
110-113 |
8 |
| O what a dainty fine thing is the girl I love (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin (fl) |
114-115 |
2 |
| At sixteen years old you could get little good of me (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| When first from Kilkenny, as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| When I was a chicken, as high as a hen (fl) |
118-120 |
3 |
| Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bowers (fl) |
120-121 |
3 |
| 'Twas bus'ness requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
121-123 |
4 |
| I listed with old Blinking Barney (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| At the dead of the night, when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
124 |
3 |
| I'm Larry O'Lash'em, was born at Killarney (fl) |
125-126 |
4 |
| My grandmother Judy had oft made me wonder (fl) |
126-128 |
4 |
| I sing of a war set on foot for a toy (fl) |
128-129 |
7 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
130-131 |
5 |
| Through Dublin as once I was trudging away (fl) |
131-133 |
12 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
134-136 |
6 |
| Oh! a petticoat, honey's an Irishman's joy (fl) |
136-137 |
2 |
| Irish lad's a jolly boy, An (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| Sure never a lad lov'd like Paddy O'Blarney (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| Oh! to hand, and reef, and steer, is the thing sailors prize (fl) |
140-142 |
3 |
| On Irelands ground, seat of true hospitality (fl) |
142-144 |
4 |
| There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle (fl) |
144-145 |
3 |
| Sup of good whisky will make you glad, A (fl) |
145-147 |
7 |
| Descend, ye chaste Nine, to an Irish Bard (fl) |
147-150 |
9 |
| It was Murphy Delany, so funny and frisky (fl) |
151-152 |
4 |
| O Love! what the deuce do you want in my bosom? (fl) |
152-154 |
3 |
| Of all trades, my dear cratur a gard'ner's the best (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| Arrah, what a big nose had the bold captain Noraghon (fl) |
155-156 |
4 |
| Night before Larry was stretch'd, The (fl) |
157-159 |
7 |
| I'm an Irishman born, and as pretty a youth (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| Face of Brave Captain Megan, The (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| In Dublin city liv'd a youth (fl) |
161-162 |
3 |
| Turban'd Turk, who scorns the world, The (fl) |
162-163 |
3 |
| Between fear and courage, Lord! What can be done? (fl) |
163-165 |
5 |
| Oh! What a great flutter is here in my heart (fl) |
165-166 |
5 |
| Search all the world over, thro' all times and ages (fl) |
166-167 |
4 |
| Come listen awhile, and I'll sing you a ditty (fl) |
168-170 |
6 |
| By Chreesht and Shaint Patrick, going home last night (fl) |
170-171 |
4 |
| There was Cormac O'Con (fl) |
171-172 |
5 |
| Since Epilogue speaking to me is quite new (fl) |
172-174 |
9 |
| I was once born at home when my mother was out (fl) |
175-176 |
8 |
| We're assembl'd here together (fl) |
177-181 |
3 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
181-182 |
4 |
| Come bustle, neighbor Prig (fl) |
183-185 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
185-187 |
7 |
| As I went down by yon blind quad (fl) |
187-188 |
5 |
| Each pretty young miss, with a long heavy purse (fl) |
188-189 |
3 |
| You never did hear of an Irishman's fear (fl) |
189-190 |
3 |
| When first I met young Teddy's eyes (fl) |
190 |
3 |
| Won't you hail the leap year, by that am'rous dog Janus (fl) |
191-193 |
6 |
| Let other men sing of their goddesses bright (fl) |
193-194 |
3 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
194 |
2 |
| On the Lake of Killarney I first saw the lad (fl) |
195 |
2 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
195-197 |
4 |
| Mr. Leonard O'Leary's my christian surname (fl) |
197-198 |
5 |
| O'er yon tomb in the valley why waves the green willow? (fl) |
198 |
2 |
| Patrick O'Row is my name (fl) |
199-201 |
5 |
| As I stray'd o'er the common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
201-204 |
6 |
| Let patriot pride our patriot triumph wake (fl) |
204-207 |
4 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
207-208 |
3 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear (fl) |
208-209 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
209-211 |
6 |
| Bound 'Prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
211-212 |
4 |
| Thrice welcome, thrice welcome, ye sons of St. Patrick (fl) |
213-214 |
3 |
| Ye freemen of Columbia (fl) |
213-215 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
216-217 |
3 |
| How blest the life a soldier leads (fl) |
217-218 |
3 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
219-220 |
8 |
| On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh (fl) |
220-221 |
6 |
| At length war's sanguine scenes are o'er (fl) |
221-223 |
6 |
| Why tarries my love, ah why did he rove (fl) |
223-224 |
5 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
224-225 |
4 |
| When Columbia's brave sons call'd my hero to lead 'em (fl) |
225-225 |
10 |
| Come, take the harp....'tis vain to muse (fl) |
228-229 |
3 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
229-230 |
3 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
230-231 |
4 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
231-232 |
4 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
232-233 |
3 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
233-234 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
234-235 |
3 |
| On the banks of the Rhine at the sun setting hour (fl) |
235 |
2 |
| Ye banks and braes, and streams around (fl) |
236-237 |
4 |
| Landlady of France she loved an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
237-238 |
4 |
| Old England! 'tis time you were brought to your senses (fl) |
238-239 |
6 |
| Where weeps the Willow o'er the stream (fl) |
240-241 |
5 |
| Where spirits dwell and shad'wy forms (fl) |
241-242 |
6 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
243-244 |
6 |
| When liberty's standard Columbia rais'd high (fl) |
244-245 |
4 |
| Hail liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
246 |
4 |