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Page |
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| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
3 |
4 |
| There was an old man, and though 'tis not common (fl) |
4-5 |
8 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
5-7 |
8 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
7-01 [=10] |
9 |
| Sweet is the ship that's under sail (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
11-12 |
5 |
| Lord, what care I for mam or dad? (fl) |
13 |
5 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
13-16 |
3 |
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
16-18 |
10 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
18-19 |
8 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Come, never seem to mind it (fl) |
21-22 |
6 |
| Day is departed, and round from the clouds, The (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| As Cupid in a garden stray'd (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
25-26 |
10 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
27 |
4 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a Lass (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
28-29 |
5 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Arise, Arise, Britannia's sons arise (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll! The (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
34-35 |
2 |
| When Masonry expiring lay, by knaves and fools rejected (fl) |
35-37 |
5 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The (fl) |
37-38 |
5 |
| When young, I sung, Danc'd, play'd to a maid (fl) |
38-40 |
3 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| John Bull was a bumkin born and bred (fl) |
42-44 |
8 |
| Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
44-45 |
5 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring (fl) |
45-46, 107 |
5 |
| When the bonny grey morning just peeps through the skies (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Oh! where, and oh where is your Highland laddie gone (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| Jack Junk was a Tar who could tether his tack (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
51-53 |
3 |
| See, they come! the heroes come! (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
54-56 |
4 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
57-58 |
4 |
| When on thy bosom I recline (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Come each gallant lad who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
59-60 |
4 |
| How sweet is the woodlands [sic] (fl) |
60-61 |
2 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
61 |
3 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
62 |
3 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
63-64 |
5 |
| 'Twas in the evening of a wintry day (fl) |
64-65 |
6 |
| Where new mown hay on winding Tay (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
66-68 |
6 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see (fl) |
69-71 |
4 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
71-73 |
6 |
| How sweet the rosy blush of morn (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop was my box (fl) |
74-76 |
5 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
76-78 |
5 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
80-81 |
5 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| Yankee Doodle is the tune (fl) |
82-84 |
8 |
| One moon-shiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
84-86 |
7 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
87 |
3 |
| As down on Banna's bank I stray'd (fl) |
87-89 |
7 |
| At the close of the day, when the Hamlet is still (fl) |
89-91 |
6 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| Hark! hark! sweet Lass, the trumpet sounds (fl) |
93-94 |
4 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
94-97 |
7 |
| As walking forth to view the plain (fl) |
97-98 |
6 |
| As thro' the grove the other day (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| I was. d' ye see. a waterman (fl) |
100-102 |
4 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
102-103 |
4 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Strew, Virgins the cypress o'er Washington's bier (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly (fl) |
105-106 |
6 |
| Dear Sir, this brown jug which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |