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| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Cheer up my gallant band (fl) |
4-5 |
6 |
| Deed is done, the die is cast, The (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| He was famed for deeds of arms (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brightened (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| When Freedom first the triumph sung (fl) |
10-11 |
5 |
| Now coil up your nonsense 'bout England's great navy (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| When freedom's star its last bright gleam (fl) |
13-14 |
7 |
| This life, boys, at best's but a rough sort of trip (fl) |
14-16 |
9 |
| Wave of old Ocean's the field of the brave, The (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Hail to the heroes from ocean returning (fl) |
17-18 |
2 |
| O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Little Cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough stray'd (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Thrice welcome brave vot'ries of glory (fl) |
21-22 |
8 |
| What fairy scenes before me ran (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| When winter wing'd the blast with power (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Be firm, O Columbians! along the Atlantic (fl) |
24-25 |
3 |
| When rolling orbs from chaos sprung (fl) |
25-26 |
4 |
| What mean those hoarse threat'nings, that mix with the gale (fl) |
27 |
3 |
| When proud Rome of old her dread Eagle unfurl'd (fl) |
28 |
5 |
| Goddess of freedom borne down by oppression, The (fl) |
29-30 |
5 |
| O young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
30-32 |
8 |
| He is gone on the mountain (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| O Lady, twine no wreath for me (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| How often will proud memory trace (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| Avast honest Jack! now before you get mellow (fl) |
35-38 |
16 |
| Mr. Orator Puff had two tones in his voice (fl) |
38-39 |
4 |
| Tho' sacred the tie that our country entwineth (fl) |
39-40 |
2 |
| Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Ye banks, and braes, and streams around (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
42-44 |
6 |
| O, had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| Gala so fam'd of long standing, The (fl) |
45-48 |
8 |
| All hail to the birth of the happiest land (fl) |
48-51 |
9 |
| I was born one day when my mother was out (fl) |
52-53 |
8 |
| When first I saw the youth who came to me a wooing (fl) |
53-54 |
2 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plan (fl) |
54-55 |
5 |
| O! in Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| What pleasing scenes before me ran (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| Why does azure deck the sky (fl) |
58 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle (fl) |
59-60 |
4 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
62-63 |
5 |
| Och! long life to the girls who revive without pother (fl) |
64-65 |
5 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
65 |
4 |
| Hail friendship, dear soother of sorrow (fl) |
66 |
6 |
| O'Rourke's noble fare will ne'er be forgot (fl) |
67 |
4 |
| O Nora, the glen with the hawthorn is blooming (fl) |
68 |
2 |
| When we took our departure from Dublin's fam'd city (fl) |
68-69 |
4 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
70-71 |
4 |
| Landlady of France, she loved an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| Let Fame sound the trumpet, and cry to the war (fl) |
75-76 |
2 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
78 |
2 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
79-81 |
3 |
| I sing of the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Captain bold in Halifax, A (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| You never did hear of an Irishman's fear (fl) |
84 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
86 |
2 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
88-90 |
6 |
| Ye winds and ye waves, bear my sorrows away (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| To a shady retreat fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Hail, Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Though Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl (fl) |
92-93 |
7 |
| O, love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
93-94 |
4 |
| Jolly fac'd parson once happen'd to pop (fl) |
94-96 |
8 |
| Come listen awhile and I'll sing you a ditty (fl) |
96-98 |
6 |
| Sam Splic'em, d'ye mind, is one of those boys (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
100 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Free Columbia, whose fathers dar'd the waves (fl) |
101-102 |
5 |
| Farewell to America, dear Mary, adieu! (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| Och! dismal and dark was the day to be sure (fl) |
103-104 |
2 |
| Tears that burn on ev'ry cheek, The (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
106-109 |
11 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| As twilight grew pale in the west (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Dogs began to bark, The (fl) |
112-113 |
4 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
113-114 |
5 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
115 |
2 |
| Beam of tranquility smil'd in the West, A (fl) |
115-116 |
7 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
116-117 |
7 |
| Begone dull care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
118 |
2 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
118-119 |
2 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| O, hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Where weeps the willow o'er the stream (fl) |
121-122 |
4 |
| How sweet on the mountains, where heath bells are glowing (fl) |
122 |
2 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
123-124 |
4 |
| Jack Binnacle met with an old shipmate (fl) |
124-126 |
4 |
| Ize a Yorkshireman just come to town (fl) |
126-128 |
7 |
| When seated with Sal, all my messmates around (fl) |
128-129 |
3 |
| Now the rage of battle ended (fl) |
129-131 |
7 |
| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
131-132 |
3 |
| Soldier, slumb'ring after war, The (fl) |
132 |
3 |
| Yes, sweet the delight when our blushes impart (fl) |
133 |
3 |
| Jack Stedfast and I were both messmates at sea (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl) |
134-135 |
2 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| With a dozen thirteens in a nice paper bag (fl) |
136-137 |
5 |
| Ah, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| "Good night! good night!"---, and is it so? (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| We'll breathe not a kiss to the tell-tale air (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| Playhouse of Liquor, 'tis found, A (fl) |
139-140 |
4 |
| Down by the river there grows a green willow (fl) |
141 |
2 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
141-142 |
3 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you (fl) |
142-143 |
4 |
| My bonny bra' lad has forsaken the plain (fl) |
143 |
3 |
| Jack and I were both messmates a long time at sea (fl) |
143-144 |
3 |
| Roguish youth ask'd me to woo, A (fl) |
145 |
3 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
146-147 |
4 |
| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
147-148 |
5 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
148-149 |
4 |
| O, take me to your arms, love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
149-150 |
3 |
| Will you promise with roses no thorns there shall be (fl) |
150-151 |
2 |
| Cobler I am, and my name is Dick Awl, A (fl) |
151-152 |
7 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
152-153 |
2 |
| I wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| Our ship's a port, so here I be (fl) |
154-155 |
4 |
| Of all heaven gave to comfort man (fl) |
156-157 |
4 |
| When I from dear Ireland first took my leave (fl) |
157-158 |
4 |
| Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl) |
158-159 |
6 |
| Distant trumpet calls me, The (fl) |
160 |
2 |
| O! come away! my soldier boy (fl) |
160-161 |
2 |
| Johnny came a courting me, with his 'How d'ye do?' (fl) |
162-162 |
3 |
| Heigho! said a maid, as she sat at a gate (fl) |
162-163 |
3 |
| My dear little girl,shall I freely impart (fl) |
163-164 |
3 |
| O! when I was christen'd 'twas on a fair day (fl) |
164-165 |
3 |
| In Yorkshire I wur born and bred (fl) |
165-166 |
5 |
| Simple country milkmaid, I came to town to hire, A (fl) |
166-167 |
3 |
| One day, Madam Nature was busy (fl) |
168 |
3 |
| Will you come to the grove (fl) |
169 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
169-170 |
2 |
| When the sunbeams round us play (fl) |
171 |
3 |
| My merry, gentle people, pray (fl) |
171-172 |
5 |
| I love, but dare not say who (fl) |
173 |
2 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
173-174 |
4 |
| One day when to Jove the black list was presented (fl) |
174-175 |
5 |
| When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is set (fl) |
176 |
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