| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| How shall we mortals spend our hours (fl) |
3-8 |
3 |
| Come, take the harp, 'tis vain to muse (fl) |
9 |
3 |
| Ye banks and braes of bonie Doon (fl) |
10-11 |
2 |
| Let's live, and let's love (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| Blow, warder, blow thy sounding horn (fl) |
13-22 |
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| What is it that rides thro' the forest so fast (fl) |
23-29 |
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| E'er sin could blight or sorrow fade (fl) |
30-31 |
|
| Does the harp of Rosa slumber? (fl) |
32-33 |
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| Mary I believ'd thee true (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| While the moon beams all bright (fl) |
35-37 |
2 |
| Merrily, merrily ring the bells (fl) |
38-42 |
5 |
| No. never, never shall my soul forget (fl) |
43-46 |
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| Love in thy eyes for ever plays (fl) |
47-49 |
2 |
| Young Love found a dial once in a dark shade (fl) |
50-52 |
3 |
| Oh! lady fair, where art thou roaming? (fl) |
53-55 |
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| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
56-58 |
2 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Care thou canker of our joys (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| Come, follow, follow, follow (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
61 |
2 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Alas! poor fly, alas! poor fly (fl) |
64-66 |
2 |
| To morrow, to morrow, To morrow and her works defy (fl) |
67-69 |
2 |
| Here's a health to all good lasses (fl) |
70-72 |
3 |
| Let patriot pride our patriot triumph wake! (fl) |
73-75 |
4 |
| Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
78-79 |
8 |
| Wine does wonders ev'ry day (fl) |
80-81 |
2 |
| Here lies within this tomb so calm (fl) |
81 |
4 |
| Steeds of Apollo, in coursing the day, The (fl) |
82-83 |
6 |