| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brighten'd (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| High fill the bowl, and round it twine (fl) |
4-5 |
5 |
| As old Queen Charlotte, a worthless old varlet (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| For a nautical Knight, a Lady--heigho (fl) |
7-8 |
8 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
8-0 |
3 |
| From dad and mam's society (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| Let Kitty admire, and burn with a desire (fl) |
10-12 |
7 |
| Anchor weigh'd, the cannons roar, The (fl) |
12-13 |
6 |
| Now the President's ready for sea boys (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| When seated with my Sal, all my messmates around (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| When Xerxes, by boundless ambition seduc'd (fl) |
15-17 |
4 |
| In the down hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
17-18 |
4 |
| By the side of a brook, where a willow was waving (fl) |
18-21 |
6 |
| Bachelor leads an easy life, A (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| When I was a youngster our women were prudent (fl) |
22-23 |
2 |
| Of all the gay beaux (fl) |
23-24 |
6 |
| Come each gallant lad, who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| Arise! Arise! Columbia's sons arise (fl) |
25-27 |
5 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
27-28 |
6 |
| Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Cease, cease, those sighs I cannot bear (fl) |
29 |
4 |
| All in the bay the fleet lay moor'd (fl) |
29-31 |
8 |
| Where is sweet William, where is my dear (fl) |
31-33 |
7 |
| In the world's crooked path where I've been (fl) |
33 |
5 |
| Alone on the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
33-35 |
6 |
| For our country when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
35 |
4 |
| Why should we at our lot repine (fl) |
36-37 |
5 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
37-38 |
6 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
38 |
4 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| Tuneful linnet's warbling notes, The (fl) |
39-40 |
2 |
| Oh, think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Ah! Soldiers of Britain! Your merciless doings (fl) |
41-43 |
12 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
43-44 |
8 |
| 'Twas past meridian, half past four (fl) |
44-46 |
6 |
| Columbia's sons, prepare, unite (fl) |
46-48 |
7 |
| Moon that climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
48-49 |
4 |
| Now mounted--so-ho, away let us go (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| As cross the field, the other morn (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
51-53 |
9 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| At the sound of the horn (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| Last, the fatal hour is come, The (fl) |
55-56 |
10 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
57-58 |
5 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Come sit brother bucks and I'll tip you a song (fl) |
59-60 |
5 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Hark! The din of distant war (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feeply blow (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Oh! Where, and oh where is your Highland laddie gone? (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| In the chariot of light, from the regions of day (fl) |
64-65 |
5 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
65-68 |
6 |
| In Liquorpond-street, as it is well known to many (fl) |
68-73 |
24 |
| Wherever I'm going, and all the day long (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| As Murphy Delaney so sunny and frisky (fl) |
74-76 |
4 |
| In a mouldering cave a wretched retreat (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| Conven'd we're met my jovial souls (fl) |
77-78 |
7 |
| Adieu, a heart, fond, warm, adieu (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| Hail! Brother Masons, Hail (fl) |
80 |
4 |
| Come let us prepare (fl) |
81 |
7 |
| Grant us, kind heaven, what we request (fl) |
82 |
4 |
| Blest Masonry! Thy arts divine (fl) |
83 |
4 |
| Ye gracious powers of choral song (fl) |
85-86 |
10 |
| Assembled and tyl'd, let us social agree (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| Ere God the universe began (fl) |
87-88 |
5 |
| Shepherds call me little Sue, The (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Tho' I sweep to and fro, old iron I do find (fl) |
89-90 |
6 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs, do ye see (fl) |
91-93 |
3 |
| Poor Jack, whose gay heart kept his spirits aloft (fl) |
93-95 |
4 |
| 'Twas a beautiful night, and the stars they shone bright (fl) |
95 |
3 |
| Beauteous sterling late I saw, A (fl) |
96-97 |
8 |
| I'm Old Owen Murdock, indeed (fl) |
97-102 |
22 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |