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| Little cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough stray'd (fl) |
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| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
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| Oh what is the matter with thee, my poor heart (fl) |
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| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
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| Waves may cancel every trace, The (fl) |
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| Thine I am, my faithful fair (fl) |
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| War, that for a space did fail, The (fl) |
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| We'll breathe not a kiss to the tell-tale air (fl) |
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| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
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| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
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| Far, far from me my lover flies (fl) |
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| There is not in this wide world a vally so sweet [sic] (fl) |
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| Oh did you not hear of Kate Kearney (fl) |
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| We meet no more! oh, think on me (fl) |
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| George Barnwell stood at the shop door (fl) |
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| Ere around the huge oak (fl) |
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| From the white blosson'd sloe my dear Chloe (fl) |
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| Ah, who is that whose thrilling tones (fl) |
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| You gentlemen of England (fl) |
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| Ye sons of Columbia the trumpet of Fame (fl) |
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| Begone, dull care (fl) |
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| Whiten'd breakers lash'd the shore, The (fl) |
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| Triumphant, victorious, be Britons, my boys (fl) |
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| Ask'st thou how long my love shall stay? (fl) |
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| Mrs. Waddle was a widow, and made no little gain (fl) |
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| They tell us that Venus arose from the sea (fl) |
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| Heart that animates the brave, The (fl) |
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| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
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| Hark to yonder milkmaid singing (fl) |
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| I'll bind the rose, that sweetly blushes (fl) |
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| At the front of a cottage with woodbine grown o'er (fl) |
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| To England's towers of oak farewell (fl) |
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| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
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| Swain to his love went a wooing, A (fl) |
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| Good night, good night, and is it so (fl) |
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| Day was closed, the moon shone bright, The (fl) |
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| O when I was a little boy (fl) |
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| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
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| Boat danced on Clyde's bonny stream, A (fl) |
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| Ah! had I but two little wings (fl) |
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| I've oft been ask'd by prosing souls (fl) |
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| When Vulcan forged the bolts of Jove (fl) |
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| Thy bosom, sweet maiden, is pure as the snow (fl) |
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| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
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| How blest the moments when first smiled the maid (fl) |
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| Downy cheek, so soft, so fair, The (fl) |
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| Ah, little blind boy! much too often you prove us (fl) |
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| He was famed for deeds of arms (fl) |
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| Here's the bower she loved so much (fl) |
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| For foreign climes to cross the sea (fl) |
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| No cheering sun beam's friendly ray (fl) |
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| Two real lovers with one heart (fl) |
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| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
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| Once tired of life (fl) |
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| Once on a time a pert young ape (fl) |
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| Youth took a wife, A (fl) |
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| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
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| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
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| I'll to Court, among all the nobility (fl) |
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| I wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
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| Will you come to the bower I have shaded for you (fl) |
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| I have a heart, a little heart (fl) |
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| Frog he would a wooing go, A (fl) |
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| Cobler I am, and my name is Dick Awl, A (fl) |
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| Sly Reynard sneak'd out of a farmer's hen-roost (fl) |
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| Old Flam was a lawyer so grim (fl) |
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| Oh! roses are sweet on the beds where they grow (fl) |
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| Paddy Shannon, high mounted on his trotting little poney (fl) |
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| Tell, soldier, tell, and mark you tell me truly (fl) |
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| Landlady of France she loved an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
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| When first I was married to Kitty O'Conner (fl) |
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| Mistress Runnington wore a wig (fl) |
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| Did you ne'er hear a tale, how a lad in the vale (fl) |
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| In Chester town a man there dwelt (fl) |
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| Mary once had lovers two (fl) |
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| Wilt thou be mine, fair Caroline? (fl) |
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| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
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| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
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| How I love to laugh! (fl) |
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| In the famed town of Cadiz (fl) |
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| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
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| Dogs had ceased to bark, The (fl) |
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| Southerly wind and a cloudy sky, A (fl) |
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| Playhouse of liquor, 'tis found, A (fl) |
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| One night, 'twas at sea, in the midst of a storm (fl) |
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| You all have heard of crook-back'd Dick (fl) |
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| O have you not heard of a story (fl) |
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| Hero's life I sing, A (fl) |
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| William and Jonathan came to town together (fl) |
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| Fashion's all fiddle-de-dee (fl) |
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| Come, none of your nonsense, I'm not to be had (fl) |
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| There was an ancient fair, loved a nate young man (fl) |
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| Och, the top of the morning to Katty my jewel (fl) |
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| When first a little Smouchy, no higher than as that (fl) |
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| As bea[u]tiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl) |
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| Spruce Mr. Clarke, The (fl) |
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| Should e'er the fortune be my lot (fl) |
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| Who'll serve the King? cried the serjeant aloud (fl) |
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| Young Humphry lived in Drury lane (fl) |
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| In England they tell us (fl) |
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| O what a dainty fine thing is the girl I love (fl) |
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| When wise man cleaveth to woman's side (fl) |
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| Rose of the valley in spring time was gay, The (fl) |
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| When I was a very little fellow (fl) |
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| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
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| When I came on the world without notice or name (fl) |
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| Warlike cymbals clashing sound, The (fl) |
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| Sea was rough, the clouds were dark, The (fl) |
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| To know which was the smartest girl, three goddesses one day (fl) |
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| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
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| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
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| Night before the battle's rage, The (fl) |
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| Your Molly has never been false she declares (fl) |
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| You've heard of one General MacBeth (fl) |
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| Och, love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
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| Come tell me, says Rosa, as kissing and kiss'd (fl) |
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| Tell her I'll love her while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
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| Of wine, of rosy wine a round (fl) |
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| Sweet is the woodbine's fragrant twine (fl) |
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| Poor joe the Marine at Portsmouth well known (fl) |
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| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
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| Old Abou Casam of Bagdad city (fl) |
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| Roy's wife of Alldivaloch (fl) |
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| With hapless fears and breaking heart (fl) |
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| I forgot what Sterne says in his chapter of noses (fl) |
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| Arrah, come, sons of Erin, I'll give youa song (fl) |
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| My feyther put me to the school (fl) |
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| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
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| Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly (fl) |
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| Around the face of blue-eyed Sue (fl) |
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| O what a story the papers have been telling us (fl) |
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| My merry gentle people pray (fl) |
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| You've heard of a frog in an opera hat (fl) |
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| My father he left me a snug little cot (fl) |
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| Parent oak its stately head, The (fl) |
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| To her I love O waft that sigh (fl) |
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| Oh sing, sweet bird, from that lovely strain (fl) |
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| Should e'er I brave the foaming seas (fl) |
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| [Deep as] the fountain of this beating heart (fl) |
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| Ploughman makes the furrows, The (fl) |
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| My heart with love is beating (fl) |
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| When order in this land commenced (fl) |
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| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
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| Let me not waste my sighs away (fl) |
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| Over port, pipe, or snuff-box there's always some wight (fl) |
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