| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Wear with me the rosy wreath (fl) |
5-9 |
3 |
| Go, Edmund, join the martial throng (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
12-14 |
7 |
| Harp that once through Tara's halls, The (fl) |
15 |
2 |
| Ye banks and braes, and streams around (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
20-22 |
3 |
| And are ye sure the news is true (fl) |
23-27 |
7 |
| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
28-30 |
2 |
| What tho' tis true I've talk'd of love (fl) |
30-31 |
2 |
| Lasses fain wou'd hae from me, The (fl) |
32-34 |
4 |
| Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Oh! mine be the cottage within the vale (fl) |
38-39 |
2 |
| Why do yon lovely virgins mourn (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Where is the smile that was heaven to our eye? (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| Ah! dark are the halls where your ancestors revell'd (fl) |
44-45 |
2 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
46-47 |
5 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| Sae flaxen were her ringlets (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| O My love's like the red red rose (fl) |
52-53 |
2 |
| Of a' the airts the wind can blaw (fl) |
54-56 |
4 |
| There was a lass and she was fair (fl) |
57-59 |
6 |
| Oh, did you not hear of Kate Kearney (fl) |
60-61 |
2 |
| Oh yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
62 |
2 |
| O lassie art thou sleeping yet (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| O tell na me of wind and rain (fl) |
64-65 |
4 |
| O were my love yon lilac fair (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| I lo'e ne'er a laddie but ane (fl) |
68-71 |
6 |
| How blyth have I been wi' my Sandy (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| Adieu my lov'd harp, for no more shall the vale (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| Moon dimm'd her beams in a feathery cloud, The (fl) |
76-78 |
3 |
| There's naught but care on evry han' (fl) |
79-80 |
5 |
| There's cauld kail in Aberdeen (fl) |
81-83 |
5 |
| Boat, a boat, to cross the ferry, A (fl) |
83 |
3 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
84-85 |
5 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
86 |
2 |
| Oh touch dear maid, the trrmbling string (fl) |
87 |
4 |
| Ye gentlemen and ladies who live at home at ease (fl) |
88-90 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
91-93 |
8 |
| Never 'til now, I felt love's dart (fl) |
94-96 |
5 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
97-101 |
5 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
102-103 |
2 |
| Of a' the airts the wind can blaw (fl) |
103-105 |
6 |
| O whare hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy? (fl) |
106-108 |
7 |
| Here lyeth Sir Jon Guise (fl) |
109 |
4 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
110-112 |
4 |
| John Anderson, my Jo, John (fl) |
113-115 |
6 |
| What's this dull town to me, Robin's not here (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| Had I a cave in some wild distant shore (fl) |
118 |
2 |
| Now is the spell-working hour of the night (fl) |
118-119 |
2 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile of thine eyes (fl) |
119 |
2 |
| Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled (fl) |
120-121 |
6 |
| I'm wearing awa, Jean (fl) |
122-123 |
6 |
| On a bank of flow'rs, in a summer day (fl) |
124-125 |
4 |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot (fl) |
126-127 |
5 |
| Beam on the streamlet was playing, The (fl) |
128-129 |
3 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
130-132 |
4 |
| Oh! hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the sweet tear (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
136 |
3 |
| How lang and dreary is the night (fl) |
137 |
3 |
| Wilt thou say farewell, love, and from Rosa part [sic] (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| Drink to her, who long (fl) |
144-145 |
3 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that where e'er we rove (fl) |
146-148 |
2 |
| Duncan Gray came here to woo (fl) |
149-151 |
5 |
| How hard's the fate of womankind (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
154-155 |
5 |
| Oh! saw ye my wee thing (fl) |
156-159 |
5 |
| Husband, husband cease your strife (fl) |
160-161 |
4 |
| O this is no my ain lassie (fl) |
162-163 |
4 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
164-166 |
4 |
| When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, (fl) |
167-170 |
8 |
| Since sounding drums, and rising war (fl) |
171-172 |
3 |
| Divine Cecelia, goddess heav'nly maid (fl) |
173 |
3 |
| Their groves of sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon (fl) |
174-176 |
2 |
| Farewell, dear Glenowen! adieu to thy mountains (fl) |
176-177 |
4 |
| Lass of Patie's mill, The (fl) |
178-179 |
4 |
| Tear fell gently from her eye, The (fl) |
180-181 |
2 |
| When first you courted me, I own (fl) |
182-183 |
2 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
184 |
2 |
| At dawn I rose with jocund glee (fl) |
185 |
2 |
| Beyond yon hills where Lugar flows (fl) |
186-188 |
4 |
| O Nancy, wilt thou go with me (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| Here's the Bow'r she lov'd so much (fl) |
190-191 |
2 |
| Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon (fl) |
192-193 |
2 |
| O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad; (fl) |
194-196 |
3 |
| Come let us have another song or two (fl) |
196 |
3 |
| Look neighbours look! there lies poor Thomas Day (fl) |
197 |
3 |
| Since truth has left the shepherd's tongue (fl) |
198-199 |
4 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
200-201 |
2 |
| Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure (fl) |
202-203 |
4 |
| Powers celestial, whose protection (fl) |
203 |
2 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
204-206 |
2 |
| There's not a look, a word of thine (fl) |
207-208 |
4 |
| From the white blossom'd Sloe, my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
209-211 |
2 |
| Oh, take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
212-213 |
3 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you (fl) |
214-215 |
4 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
216-217 |
2 |
| Wha wadna be in love (fl) |
218-220 |
5 |
| Take, Oh! take those lips away (fl) |
221 |
3 |
| Rose-bud by my early walk, A (fl) |
222-223 |
3 |
| Tell her I'll love her, while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
224-225 |
2 |
| Lassie wi' the lint-white locks (fl) |
226-227 |
4 |
| Blow, blow, thou winter's wind (fl) |
228-229 |
2 |
| Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue (fl) |
230-232 |
4 |
| When Colin told his tale (fl) |
233 |
2 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
234-235 |
4 |
| I wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
236-238 |
3 |
| Fairest maid on Devon banks (fl) |
239 |
2 |
| When Chloe tried her virgin fires (fl) |
240-241 |
3 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
242-243 |
3 |
| Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! (fl) |
244-246 |
4 |
| Goodnight and joy be wi' ye a' (fl) |
246-247 |
3 |
| Remember the glories of brave Washington (fl) |
248-249 |
3 |
| Night clos'd around the conqueror's way (fl) |
250-251 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
252-253 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
254-256 |
2 |
| Come let me take thee to my breast (fl) |
257 |
2 |
| Fair Sally once the village pride (fl) |
258-259 |
3 |
| Believe me if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
260-261 |
2 |
| We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast (fl) |
262-264 |
3 |
| Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass (fl) |
264-265 |
4 |
| Ye gales that gently wave the sea (fl) |
266-267 |
3 |
| How mild that eve the sun went down (fl) |
267-268 |
3 |
| When the sheep are in the fauld and the ky at hame (fl) |
269 |
1 |
| Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride (fl) |
270-272 |
4 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
273-277 |
2 |
| No house in the village could stow them (fl) |
278-281 |
6 |
| My name is Donald M'Donald (fl) |
282-285 |
7 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
286-289 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
290-292 |
3 |
| Musing on the roaring ocean (fl) |
293-294 |
2 |
| Thickest night surround my dwelling (fl) |
294-295 |
2 |
| Oh! when I breath'd a last adieu (fl) |
296-297 |
3 |
| On a green bank gentle Mary was seated (fl) |
298-299 |
2 |
| Where Liffey rolls its silver stream (fl) |
300-301 |
2 |
| 'Saw ye Johny coming, quo' she (fl) |
302-304 |
4 |
| We bipeds made up of frail clay (fl) |
305-307 |
4 |
| Shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain, The (fl) |
308-309 |
2 |
| Sweet Annie frae the sea beach came (fl) |
310-312 |
4 |
| When gen'rous wine expands the soul (fl) |
313-316 |
2 |
| Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays (fl) |
135 |
4 |