| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
3-6 |
9 |
| Sir George Prevost, with all his host (fl) |
6-10 |
14 |
| O, Freemen! raise a joyous strain! (fl) |
10-11 |
8 |
| Faint and wearliy the way worn traveller (fl) |
11-12 |
2 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
12-13 |
5 |
| Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Come each gallant lad who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Yankee boy is trim and tall, A (fl) |
17-18 |
5 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
18-20 |
3 |
| Sweet is the ship that, under sail (fl) |
20-21 |
4 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs, do'y see (fl) |
21-23 |
4 |
| Brittania's gallant streamers (fl) |
23-26 |
7 |
| Pray, ye friends of Columbia! now lend me an ear (fl) |
26-28 |
8 |
| Comrades! join the flag of glory (fl) |
28 |
3 |
| Freedom's sons awake to glory (fl) |
28-29 |
7 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
30-32 |
9 |
| How sweet is the sailor's return to the soil (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| Here's a box for your toilet, dear maid (fl) |
33-34 |
7 |
| I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gaz'd (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| When absent from her my soul holds most dear (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Tell her I'll love her while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
38 |
3 |
| When the hollow drum beats to bed (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
40 |
2 |
| 'Twas on the twenty-first of June (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| Could you to battle march away (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| Deep in Love, yes! 'tis love (fl) |
43-44 |
5 |
| O love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
46-47 |
5 |
| I talk'd of the woes of the days that were past (fl) |
47-48 |
5 |
| When William at eve, meets me down at the stile (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| Hark! 'tis the children of Washington, pouring (fl) |
49-50 |
5 |
| Descend, thou hallow'd spirit (fl) |
51-52 |
3 |
| On Europe's realms, of mournful fame (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| O'er the mountains the sun of our fame was declining (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| Back side Albany stan' Lake Champlain (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| Dear Dad, I oft have heard you tell (fl) |
56--58 |
10 |
| O'er Huron's wave the sun was low (fl) |
58-60 |
13 |
| Mary, suppress that rising sigh (fl) |
60-61 |
6 |
| Hail noble Youth of gen'rous souls (fl) |
61-62 |
5 |
| Happy the youth, who finds a bride (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Hail, ye Tars of Columbia! who bear o'er the ocean (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Argo of Greece, that brought the fleece (fl) |
65-67 |
7 |
| Begone thou busy crouding sigh [sic] (fl) |
67-68 |
6 |
| Man, by the great Creator made (fl) |
68-69 |
6 |
| Sister Ruth, once a Quaker, so coy and so prim (fl) |
70-71 |
4 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
72-73 |
10 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
73-75 |
4 |
| Hail! Hail, ye patriot spirits! (fl) |
75-77 |
6 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
78 |
3 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
78-82 |
6 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land! (fl) |
82-84 |
4 |
| Oh Jonny Bull, my Joe John, I wonder what you mean (fl) |
84-89 |
15 |
| Father and I went down to camp (fl) |
89-90 |
10 |
| 'Twas a beautiful night, and the stars they shone bright (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |