| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Columbia's shores are wild and wide (fl) |
3-5 |
7 |
| When Sol with grave motion, had plung'd in the ocean (fl) |
5-7 |
18 |
| O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
7-8 |
8 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
9-10 |
6 |
| Stay Lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
10-11 |
10 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| On Primrose Hill there liv'd a lass (fl) |
12-13 |
7 |
| Why should our joys transform to pain? (fl) |
13-15 |
10 |
| Not drunk, nor yet sober, but brother to both (fl) |
15-16 |
7 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labor oppress'd (fl) |
16-17 |
6 |
| When autumn wing'd the blast with power (fl) |
17 |
3 |
| Diogenes surly and proud (fl) |
17-19 |
7 |
| Bloom of creation, is charming to see, The (fl) |
19 |
5 |
| Spring time returns, and clothes the green plains, The (fl) |
20 |
4 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
21 |
5 |
| In the world's crooked path where I've been (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| Young Willy woo'd me long in vain (fl) |
22 |
4 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Youth to me a wooing came, A (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| Where weeps the willow o'er the stream (fl) |
24-25 |
5 |
| This world is a stage (fl) |
25-28 |
15 |
| Ye banks, and braes, and streams around (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Near yonder cot upon the Moor (fl) |
29 |
7 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
30 |
4 |
| In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
30-31 |
5 |
| On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Ye lasses gay in beauty's bloom (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| Blithe Colin, a pretty young swain (fl) |
32-33 |
6 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| There is a bloom that never fades (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
23-35 |
3 |
| O Lady, twine no wreath for me (fl) |
35-36 |
5 |
| When the black-letter'd list to the Gods was presented (fl) |
36-37 |
10 |
| When fortune doth frown (fl) |
37-39 |
8 |
| Gentle Mary of whom I sing, The (fl) |
39 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and dew'ry dales (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| 'Twas once I had nothing to do (fl) |
40-41 |
5 |
| 'Twas a beautiful night, and the stars they shone bright (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| Kiss that he gave me when he left me behind, The (fl) |
42 |
4 |
| Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour (fl) |
43-44 |
7 |
| Lord! what care I for mam or dad? (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| Think not thy lover to deceive (fl) |
45 |
5 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
45-46 |
5 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer (fl) |
46-48 |
9 |
| As silent one evening I sat by the fire (fl) |
48-49 |
7 |
| Damon, would you wish to please her (fl) |
49-50 |
2 |
| Whilst in peaceful quarters lying (fl) |
50-52 |
11 |
| Ah! soldiers of Britain! your merciless doings (fl) |
52-54 |
6 |
| As I stray'd o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
54-56 |
6 |
| Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu (fl) |
56-57 |
6 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
57 |
4 |
| Sigh of the west wind breath'd gratefully by, The (fl) |
57-58 |
5 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
59-60 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's bank I stray'd (fl) |
60-61 |
7 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| Heath this night must be my bed, The (fl) |
62 |
3 |
| Why fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
63 |
4 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Beneath a poplar's moving shade (fl) |
64-65 |
6 |
| Sun when arising, bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| As Cupid in a garden stray'd (fl) |
66 |
4 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-roling Danube [sic] (fl) |
67-68 |
6 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sail'd the world all around (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| In the first book of Job, that I now mean to quote (fl) |
69-72 |
12 |
| Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
73-74 |
7 |
| Thou soft flowing Avon, by thy silver stream (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill (fl) |
75 |
4 |
| It was over the mountain and over the moor (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Come, messmates, fill the flowing can (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
78 |
3 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
78-79 |
|
| 'Twas in the evening of a wintry day (fl) |
79-80 |
5 |
| Farewell, farewell, my native land (fl) |
80-82 |
19 |