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Page |
Verses |
| I wander'd, once, at break of day (fl) |
3-5 |
3 |
| Like the frail bark, toss'd on the foamy deep (fl) |
6-7 |
2 |
| To a woodman's hut there came, one day (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
10-12 |
2 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
13-15 |
2 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
16-18 |
3 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
19-21 |
3 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
22-24 |
4 |
| When time was entwining the garland of years (fl) |
25-27 |
2 |
| From the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
28-30 |
1 |
| Ah! Thee will I follow (fl) |
31-32 |
2 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
33-35 |
4 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
36-37 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship, that, under sail (fl) |
38-40 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
41-42 |
2 |
| Beyond yon hills where Lugar flows (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| O Nancy, wilt thou go with me (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
46-48 |
4 |
| Let fame sound the trumpet (fl) |
49-51 |
2 |
| Oh whack, Cupid's a mannikin (fl) |
53-55 |
4 |
| There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle (fl) |
56-58 |
3 |
| O have you not heard of Kate Kearney! (fl) |
59-60 |
2 |
| Oh yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
61 |
2 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Softly blew the eastern breezes (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
66-69 |
3 |
| O the fate of brave Camptain Megan (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| Snowy rose, go, deck my fair (fl) |
72-73 |
2 |
| Oh! Mine be the cottage within the vale (fl) |
74-75 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine and leave (fl) |
76-77 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| O think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
81-83 |
2 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
87-89 |
2 |
| Alone, on the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
90-92 |
3 |
| Now Joan, we are married, and now let me say (fl) |
93-95 |
7 |
| Come, loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| Believe me if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
98-99 |
2 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
100-103 |
3 |
| Oh breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| O love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
105-107 |
4 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
108-110 |
2 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams (fl) |
111-113 |
3 |
| I sing the maid of Lodi, sweet soother of my toil! (fl) |
114-116 |
3 |
| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
117-119 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove (fl) |
120-122 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
123-125 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
126-130 |
1 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
131-133 |
4 |
| Mary, I believ'd thee true (fl) |
134-135 |
2 |
| Does the harp of Rosa slumber? (fl) |
136-139 |
1 |
| O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| All in the downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
142-144 |
8 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
145-147 |
4 |
| Turban'd Turk who scorns the world, The (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| Life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows (fl) |
150-151 |
4 |
| Cease, rude Broeas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
152-155 |
9 |
| When thro' life unblest we rove (fl) |
156-157 |
3 |
| Drink to her who long hath wak'd the poet's sigh (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the twenty-first of June (fl) |
160-163 |
3 |
| Little insect perch'd on high, on a spire of springing grass (fl) |
164-165 |
5 |
| When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
166-168 |
3 |
| John Anderson, my Joe, John (fl) |
169-171 |
7 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart our brave commander's story (fl) |
172-177 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
178-180 |
3 |
| Though far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
181-183 |
5 |
| Wear with me the rosy wreath (fl) |
184-188 |
1 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
189-190 |
2 |
| Loud toll'd the stern bellman of night (fl) |
191 |
2 |
| O will you sit in the bow'r with me? (fl) |
192-195 |
1 |
| Where is the nymph, whose azure eyes (fl) |
196-198 |
3 |
| Young Bobby was as blithe a youth (fl) |
199 |
3 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
200-201 |
4 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
202-203 |
3 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
204 |
2 |
| Some sing of sweet Mally, some sing of fair Nelly (fl) |
205-208 |
5 |
| Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon (fl) |
208 |
2 |
| Farewell, dear Glenowen! Adieu to thy mountains (fl) |
209-210 |
4 |
| Come, strike the bold anthems, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
210-211 |
4 |
| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
212 |
3 |