| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
3 |
6 |
| Oh! love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
4-5 |
4 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Dogs began to bark, The (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder! (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
10 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
11 |
|
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
12 |
4 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
13 |
4 |
| I'm call'd honest Ben, but for what I don't know (fl) |
14 |
4 |
| Let Fame sound the trumpet and cry to the war (fl) |
15 |
4 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
15-16 |
4 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Tell me Maria, tell me true (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| My merry gentle people (fl) |
18-19 |
5 |
| Hail Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| In Glasgow Town my Mither dwells (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| While I hang on your bosom distracted to lose you (fl) |
22 |
4 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Come each gallant lad (fl) |
24-25 |
6 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see (fl) |
26-28 |
4 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
28 |
3 |
| I'm parish clerk and sexton here (fl) |
29 |
|
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| Says Ella to her love, remember (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Tear of soft sympathy flow'd from my eye, The (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| Fairest flow'rets bring, The (fl) |
32 |
4 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Oh! the land of sweet Erin's a land of delight (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Oft have I wandered o'er mountain and moor (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
37 |
5 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
38-39 |
10 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
39 |
4 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| Thou dear seducer of my heart (fl) |
40-41 |
6 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
41 |
2 |
| Where shall the lover rest (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| Top-sails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| With my pipe in one hand and my jug in the other (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| Captain bold, in Halifax, A (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
47 |
3 |
| Soldier slumb'ring after war, The (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
48-50 |
5 |
| Ye winds and ye waves, bear my sorrows away (fl) |
50 |
3 |
| Ize a Yorkshireman just come to town (fl) |
51-52 |
7 |
| Faint and wearliy the way-worn traveller (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| Landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
53-54 |
2 |
| Begone, dull care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
54 |
2 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
55-57 |
8 |
| Does the harp of Rosa slumber? (fl) |
57 |
1 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
58 |
2 |
| O take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Oh! take me to your arms my love (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| When the standard of war Columbia rais'd high (fl) |
60-61 |
4 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
61-62 |
6 |
| Though I am but a very little lad (fl) |
63 |
3 |
| When America first, at Heaven's command (fl) |
64-65 |
8 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| When seated with Sal, all my messmates around (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Great way off at sea, when at home I benee (fl) |
67-68 |
6 |
| When we dwell on the kiss of a lass we adore (fl) |
68 |
2 |
| Major M'Pherson heav'd a sigh (fl) |
69 |
4 |
| Farewell to America, dear Mary, adieu (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| Oh, whack! Cupid's a Mannikin (fl) |
70-71 |
2 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| Without the help of gamut, note, demicemiquaver, crochet or minim [sic] (fl) |
73-74 |
6 |
| Och! long life to the girls who revive without pother (fl) |
75-76 |
5 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
76-78 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Sure won't you hear, what roaring cheer (fl) |
79-82 |
6 |
| To Anacreon in heav'n, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
82-84 |
6 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
84-85 |
2 |
| When we took our departure from Dublin's fam'd city (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| On Africa's wide plains where the lion now roaring (fl) |
86-87 |
6 |
| Believe me, believe me, in country or town (fl) |
88-89 |
2 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
90-91 |
5 |
| Rose-tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
92-93 |
6 |
| Oh! Hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the sweet tear (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
94 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
95 |
3 |
| Stay sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
96 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
96-97 |
2 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| What shall we have for supper Mrs. Bond (fl) |
98 |
5 |
| On Richmond hill there lives a lass (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
99 |
3 |
| Tuneful Lavrocs cheer the grove, The (fl) |
100 |
4 |
| Tho' muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid (fl) |
101-102 |
5 |
| Come buy of poor Mary primroses I sell (fl) |
102 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted his chariot of day (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
103-105 |
4 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
106 |
4 |
| One day I heard Mary say (fl) |
107 |
4 |
| When first I ken'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
108 |
5 |
| Lass of Peatie's mill, The (fl) |
109 |
4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
110 |
4 |
| Fame, let thy trumpet sound (fl) |
111-112 |
6 |
| Blyth young Bass to Jean did say (fl) |
112-114 |
4 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jane (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| Come under my plaidy, the night's gaun to fa' (fl) |
115-116 |
6 |
| I lo'e ne'er a laddie but ane (fl) |
116-117 |
5 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivaloch (fl) |
118 |
4 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
119-121 |
9 |
| My Patie is a lover gay (fl) |
121-122 |
3 |
| As an old Jackdaw, and a young Jackdaw (fl) |
122-123 |
5 |
| Will ye gang o'er the lee-rigg (fl) |
124-125 |
5 |
| Jack Binnacle met with an old shipmate (fl) |
125-127 |
4 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
127-128 |
3 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
128 |
4 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you? (fl) |
129 |
4 |
| Will you promise with roses no thorns there shall be (fl) |
129-130 |
2 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Beam of tranquility smil'd in the west, A (fl) |
131-132 |
7 |
| Jack Steadfast and I were both messmates at sea (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Free Columbia, whose father dared the waves (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| Brittannia's gallant streamers (fl) |
134-136 |
7 |
| Let glory proclaim to the hills of the west (fl) |
136-138 |
9 |
| Banner of Freedom high floated unfurl'd, The (fl) |
138-140 |
12 |
| As down on Banna's bank I stray'd (fl) |
141-142 |
7 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true-love (fl) |
142-143 |
2 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
143-144 |
5 |
| Ye true sons of freedom, give ear to my song (fl) |
144-147 |
11 |
| Ah! tell me, ye swains, have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
147-148 |
3 |
| Sam Spli'cem d'ye mind, is one of those boys (fl) |
148-150 |
4 |
| Fine little sloop from the Delaware came, A (fl) |
150-152 |
10 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
152-153 |
4 |
| To the court of old Neptune the God of the sea (fl) |
153-155 |
5 |
| Whilst in peaceful quarters lying (fl) |
155-158 |
6 |
| When cannons roar, when bullets fly (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| Columbia long, too long, hath borne (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
161-162 |
3 |
| How blest the life a soldier leads (fl) |
162-163 |
3 |
| Our country's like a ship of war (fl) |
163-164 |
2 |
| Fair lady, though low is our cot in the vale (fl) |
164 |
2 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
165-166 |
5 |
| Deep in Love, yes! 'tis love (fl) |
166-167 |
5 |
| Though oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
167 |
3 |
| O'er the gloomy woods resounding (fl) |
167-168 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
168-169 |
3 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
169-170 |
4 |
| Since then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
170-171 |
3 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
171-172 |
7 |
| Oh! should I fly from the world love to thee (fl) |
172-174 |
4 |
| I need not now tell what it was drove our sires (fl) |
174-179 |
10 |
| As 'cross the fields the other morn (fl) |
179 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
180 |
3 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling (fl) |
181-182 |
4 |
| When Edward first heard Poll of Plymouth was dead (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
183-184 |
2 |
| As I knew 'tis dear Celia's intention to wed (fl) |
184-185 |
4 |
| Columbians arise! let the cannon resound! (fl) |
185-186 |
4 |
| O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light (fl) |
187-188 |
4 |
| Why what's that to you if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
188-190 |
4 |
| By the side of a mountain o'ershadow'd with trees (fl) |
190-191 |
3 |
| Arise! arise! Columbia's sons arise! (fl) |
191-193 |
4 |
| Come all you bold and temper'd steels (fl) |
193-194 |
10 |
| Long time hath Great Britain provok'd us to war (fl) |
194-196 |
12 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
196-197 |
4 |
| Loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
197 |
4 |
| Dying thrush young Edwy found, A (fl) |
198 |
3 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
199 |
3 |
| For England when with favouring gale (fl) |
200 |
3 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
200-201 |
2 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
201-202 |
8 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
202-203 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd, lately wash'd in a show'r, The (fl) |
203-204 |
5 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
204-205 |
4 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
205-206 |
2 |
| World, my dear Myra is full of deceit, The (fl) |
206 |
4 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seed a little sarvice [sic] (fl) |
206-208 |
4 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
208-209 |
2 |
| Mayhap you have heard that as dear as their lives (fl) |
209-211 |
5 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
211-212 |
4 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
212-214 |
6 |
| Old Homer!---but what have we with him to do (fl) |
214-215 |
6 |
| Rose full of beauty attracted the eyes, A (fl) |
215-216 |
4 |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
217-218 |
4 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
218-219 |
2 |
| Come measter's I be's going to sing (fl) |
219-220 |
3 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
220 |
3 |
| Battle first my soul employs (fl) |
221 |
4 |
| Man he is like to---but stay, A (fl) |
221-223 |
7 |
| Woman is like to---but stay--- (fl) |
223-224 |
6 |
| A courting I went to my love (fl) |
224-225 |
6 |
| On yonder bloody battle-field (fl) |
225-226 |
4 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
226-227 |
4 |
| Forc'd from home and all its pleasures (fl) |
227-229 |
14 |
| Bachelor leads an easy life, A (fl) |
229-230 |
6 |
| Yea, I fell in the pit of love (fl) |
230 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabel? (fl) |
231 |
3 |
| Come, poet, come, thy song rehearse (fl) |
231-233 |
4 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
233-234 |
3 |
| Ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The (fl) |
234-235 |
3 |
| No more of your blathering nonsense (fl) |
235-237 |
7 |
| When I was a lad in the land of Kilkenny (fl) |
238 |
4 |
| Oh the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
239 |
3 |
| Let the sons of Columbia with triumph proclaim (fl) |
240 |
3 |
| Dear Tom this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
241 |
3 |
| How sweet on the mountains when heath-bells are glowing (fl) |
241-242 |
2 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
242[-243] |
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| [Hence, far from me ye senseless toys] (fl) |
[244] |
|
| In the dead of the night, when with labor oppress'd (fl) |
245 |
6 |
| Frigates of England, the queen of the seas, The (fl) |
246-247 |
6 |
| As I strayed o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
247-250 |
6 |
| 'Twas business requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
250-251 |
4 |
| I be one of those sailors who think it is no lie (fl) |
251-252 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought (fl) |
253-256 |
9 |
| Ye wealthy and proud, while in splendour ye roll (fl) |
256-257 |
6 |
| Mist from the mountains, proclaim'd it was morn, The (fl) |
257-258 |
3 |
| For worms when old Bibo prov'd delicate fare (fl) |
258-259 |
3 |
| In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
260 |
3 |
| Mason's life's the life for me, A (fl) |
261-262 |
3 |
| Ye free-born sons of ev'ry clime (fl) |
262-263 |
4 |
| Arise! and sound thy trumpet fame (fl) |
263-264 |
4 |
| I sing the Mason's glory (fl) |
264-265 |
4 |
| Hail, Masonry, thou Craft divine! (fl) |
266-267 |
6 |
| O! what a happy thing it is (fl) |
267 |
3 |
| Thus mighty eastern kings, and some (fl) |
268 |
1 |
| System more pure ne'er was modell'd by man, A (fl) |
268-269 |
4 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
269 |
2 |
| Wilt thou say farewell, love (fl) |
270 |
3 |
| Did you never hear a tale (fl) |
271-272 |
3 |
| Come, come bonny lassie, cry'd Sandy awa (fl) |
272-273 |
6 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
273-274 |
4 |
| Lawyers pay you with words, and fine ladies with vapours (fl) |
274-275 |
3 |
| Ah cruel maid too soon retiring (fl) |
275-278 |
2 |
| Sweet is the vale where innocence resides (fl) |
278-279 |
1 |
| See, from ocean rising, bright flames the orb of day (fl) |
279-280 |
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| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
280-282 |
2 |