| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Let patriot pride your patriot valour wake (fl) |
3-7 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
8-13 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
14-19 |
2 |
| Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue (fl) |
20-22 |
4 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
23-25 |
2 |
| There's naught but care on ev'ry han' (fl) |
26-28 |
5 |
| Brittannia's gallant streamers float proudly o'er the tide (fl) |
29-34 |
7 |
| Ye sons of free Columbia (fl) |
34-36 |
6 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
37-42 |
2 |
| Tell her I'll love her while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
43-45 |
1 |
| Baby wander'd from his home, when day was gently breaking (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| When evening came, in sober gray (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Here's the bower she lov'd so much (fl) |
50-51 |
2 |
| Oh take me to your arms, my love (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry that lov'd fair Dublin's Kate (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| Come, come, bonnie lassie, cried Sandy, awa' (fl) |
56-57 |
6 |
| I'm often ask'd by plodding souls (fl) |
58-61 |
8 |
| Feyther put me to the school (fl) |
62-64 |
5 |
| Wha wadna be in love wi' Maggie Lauder (fl) |
65-67 |
5 |
| How few know how to value life (fl) |
68-70 |
2 |
| There was a lass and she was fair (fl) |
71-73 |
6 |
| Wilt thou say farewell, love, and from Rosa part? (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
76-78 |
5 |
| Night was blus'tring, cold, and wet (fl) |
79-81 |
1 |
| Go, lovely rose! Go, lovely rose! (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| Awake, ye dull sluggards, awake (fl) |
84-87 |
3 |
| I'm parish clerk and sexton here (fl) |
88-93 |
1 |
| Steeds of Apollo, in coursing the day, The (fl) |
94-97 |
6 |
| One evening Good Humor took Wit as his guest (fl) |
98-100 |
7 |
| Who has e'er been in London, that overgrown place (fl) |
100-102 |
11 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
103-105 |
4 |
| Ho, why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray? (fl) |
106-107 |
6 |
| Oh! The land of sweet Erin's a land of delight (fl) |
109-112 |
3 |
| Glass is good, and a lass is good (fl) |
113-115 |
2 |
| Landlady of France lov'd an officer, 'tis said (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| Our country is our ship, d'ye see (fl) |
118-119 |
2 |
| Believe me, believe me, in country or town (fl) |
120-128 |
1 |
| Oh! In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
129-131 |
4 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
132-134 |
6 |
| Adown the green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
135-137 |
3 |
| Mother were dead and sister were married (fl) |
138-141 |
5 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
142-144 |
3 |
| I have parts, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
145-147 |
2 |
| Thou ling'ring star with less'ning ray (fl) |
148-150 |
4 |
| Ah! Who is that, ah! who is that whose thrilling tones (fl) |
151-153 |
3 |
| While I hang on your bosom distracted to lose you (fl) |
154-156 |
2 |
| Paddy Shannon, high mounted on his trotting little poney (fl) |
157-158 |
2 |
| When in the storm on Albion's coast (fl) |
158-166 |
1 |
| Frozen streets in moonshine glitter, The (fl) |
167-173 |
5 |
| I'll begin my chronology just at those times, sir (fl) |
174-179 |
9 |
| Over port, pipe, or snuff-box, there's always some wight (fl) |
180-181 |
8 |
| Forth from my dark and dismal cell (fl) |
182-191 |
1 |
| Live let us cherish, 'tis pleasure's cheerful smile (fl) |
192-194 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
195-199 |
10 |
| Banish sorrow; grief is folly (fl) |
200-201 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant so jolly (fl) |
202-205 |
4 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store (fl) |
206-207 |
3 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
208-210 |
3 |
| Mortal joys, however pure, soon their turbid source betray (fl) |
211-213 |
1 |