| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Ah! soldiers of Britain! your merciless doings (fl) |
13-14 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
16-17 |
5 |
| At the close of the day, when the Hamlet is still (fl) |
18-19 |
6 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labor oppress'd (fl) |
19-20 |
6 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
20-22 |
6 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
22-23 |
6 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| Come buy of poor Mary, primroses I sell (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Kiss that he gave me when he left me behind, The (fl) |
24 |
4 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| Begone, dull Care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Come, messmates, fill the flowing can (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
27-29 |
11 |
| In the first book of Job that I now mean to quote (fl) |
29-33 |
14 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
30 |
1 |
| Why Moses, why Aaron, my boys I'm glad that I've met with you here (fl) |
30 |
1 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
31 |
1 |
| I sigh! and lament me in vain, these walls can but echo my moan (fl) |
31 |
1 |
| Cease rude Boreas Blustering railer (fl) |
31-32 |
2 |
| Oh! dear, what can the matter be (fl) |
32 |
1 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
33 |
5 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| When first from Kilkenny, as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Down the burn and thro' the mead (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| As Cupid in a garden stray'd (fl) |
37 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
38-39 |
7 |
| Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu (fl) |
39-40 |
5 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
42 |
3 |
| O Fortune how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
43-44 |
9 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
44-45 |
2 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
45-46 |
5 |
| It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| This world is a stage, where all men engage (fl) |
47-49 |
10 |
| Whilst in peaceful quarters lying (fl) |
49-52 |
11 |
| Young Willy woo'd me long in vain (fl) |
52 |
4 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty fly (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| Faint and weary the way-worn traveller (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
54 |
3 |
| O Sandy, why leav'st thy Nelly to mourn (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
57-58 |
4 |
| O Logie of Buchan, O Logie the Laird (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Cease, ye fountains, cease to murmur (fl) |
59-60 |
8 |
| In the world's crooked paths where I've been (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
61-63 |
9 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little service (fl) |
63-65 |
4 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
65-66 |
7 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
66 |
2 |
| What a charming thing's a battle! (fl) |
67 |
2 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
68-69 |
4 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Friendship to every willing mind (fl) |
70-71 |
5 |
| Stay Lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
72 |
7 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moored (fl) |
73-74 |
8 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| Ben Backstay loved the gentle Anna (fl) |
75-76 |
3 |
| Could you to battle march away (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer (fl) |
77-80 |
9 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| For Columbia, when with favoring gale (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies Tom Bowling (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| It was over the mountain and over the moor (fl) |
83 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
83-85 |
4 |
| I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling (fl) |
85 |
4 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
86 |
2 |
| Peaceful slumbering on the ocean (fl) |
86-87 |
4 |
| Push about the brisk bowl, 'twill enliven the heart (fl) |
87-88 |
7 |
| Says Plato---why should man be vain (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the pleasant month of May (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Thou soft flowing Avon, by thy silver stream (fl) |
91 |
4 |
| 'Tis said we vent'rers die hard, when we leave shore (fl) |
91-93 |
3 |
| When I was a young one, what girl was like me (fl) |
93-94 |
6 |
| Why fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Why should our joys transform to pain? (fl) |
96-98 |
10 |
| Why should we at our lot repine (fl) |
98-99 |
5 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
99-100 |
5 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
100-103 |
7 |
| On Primrose Hill there liv'd a lass (fl) |
103-104 |
7 |
| Sweet country life is delightful and charming, A (fl) |
105 |
6 |
| John Anderson, my Jo, John, when we were first acquaint (fl) |
105-106 |
7 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
107 |
3 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart (fl) |
107-109 |
6 |
| Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
109-111 |
7 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
112-113 |
7 |
| To my muse give attention, and deem it not a mystery (fl) |
113-115 |
11 |
| In the praise of Queen Bess lofty strains have been sung, sir (fl) |
115-117 |
10 |
| Ah Delia see the fatal hour (fl) |
117-118 |
6 |
| Leander on the bay (fl) |
119-120 |
6 |
| Gallants, attend, and hear a friend (fl) |
121-124 |
22 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
124 |
3 |
| Anacreon they say was a jolly old blade (fl) |
125 |
6 |
| Fresh and strong the breeze was blowing (fl) |
126 |
3 |
| Forbear my friends, forbear and ask no more (fl) |
126-128 |
12 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close by the grove (fl) |
128-129 |
8 |
| Oh! say simple maid, have you form'd any notion (fl) |
129-130 |
4 |
| Poll, dang' it, how d' ye do? (fl) |
130-131 |
4 |
| See now the blust'ring Boreras blows (fl) |
131-134 |
7 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars (fl) |
135-136 |
5 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring (fl) |
137-138 |
5 |
| To Bachelor's hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
138-139 |
5 |
| When my fortune does frown (fl) |
139-140 |
5 |
| Come now all ye social pow'rs (fl) |
140-141 |
5 |
| Who has e'er been in London, that overgrown place (fl) |
142-143 |
11 |
| Well there is in the west country, A (fl) |
143-145 |
13 |
| To Anacreon in heaven where he sat in full glee (fl) |
145-147 |
6 |
| I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| Assist me ye lads, who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
148-149 |
6 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
149-150 |
4 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over (fl) |
150-152 |
4 |
| Rebecca was the fairest maid (fl) |
152-153 |
7 |
| When "Friendship, Love, and Truth" abound (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| If pity, sweet maid, ever dwelt in thy breast (fl) |
155 |
4 |
| Tho' muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun (fl) |
155-156 |
3 |
| Hence, fell discontent and its murmuring train (fl) |
156-157 |
3 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
157-158 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the ev'ning of a wintry day (fl) |
158-159 |
6 |
| In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
159 |
5 |
| Too late for redress, but too soon for my ease (fl) |
160 |
2 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to loose you (fl) |
160-161 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
161 |
3 |
| Spring time returns, and clothes the green plains, The (fl) |
161-162 |
8 |
| I'm a poor little orphan, ah! pity me, pray (fl) |
162-163 |
5 |
| When first I slipp'd my leading strings to please her little Poll (fl) |
163-164 |
4 |
| Now driving thro' Highgate I stop't a good while in't (fl) |
164-165 |
5 |
| Dear sir, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| Oh the hours I have past in the arms of my dear (fl) |
166 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O hail the great day (fl) |
166-168 |
5 |
| Alexis, how artless a lover! (fl) |
168-169 |
5 |
| Come, poet, come thy song rehearse (fl) |
169-170 |
4 |
| Western sky was purpled o'er, The (fl) |
170-171 |
3 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
171-172 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
172-175 |
12 |
| Moment comes on which we sever, The (fl) |
175-176 |
3 |
| Oh! see that form that faintly gleams (fl) |
176 |
2 |
| Dying thrush young Edwy found, A (fl) |
176-177 |
3 |
| Of Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair (fl) |
177-179 |
18 |
| Street was a Ruin, and Night's horrid glare, The (fl) |
180-181 |
3 |
| I love but I dare not say who (fl) |
181 |
2 |
| Sweet to the morning traveller (fl) |
181-182 |
5 |
| Well, here I am, and what of that? (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jolly soul (fl) |
183-184 |
5 |
| When I first went to school it was all my delight (fl) |
184-186 |
5 |
| Sup of good whiskey will make you glad, A (fl) |
186-187 |
7 |
| Prey to tender anguish, A (fl) |
187-189 |
5 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
189 |
5 |
| Away with melancholy (fl) |
190 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd, lately wash'd in a show'r, The (fl) |
190-191 |
5 |
| Down in the valley the sun setting clearly (fl) |
191 |
3 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
191-193 |
5 |
| Now Robin, says she, since thou art my son (fl) |
193-194 |
7 |
| Behold! Behold! with generous hand (fl) |
195-196 |
5 |
| Brave sons of Columbia your triumph behold! (fl) |
196-198 |
7 |
| When vent'rous o'er th' Atlantic main (fl) |
198-199 |
6 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
199-201 |
3 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
201-202 |
3 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
202 |
2 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
202-203 |
2 |
| Pomp of courts and pride of kings, The (fl) |
203 |
2 |
| When stranded on some desart coast (fl) |
204 |
4 |
| Ye vile swinish herd in the sty of taxation (fl) |
204-206 |
12 |
| Nor drunk, nor yet sober, but brother to both (fl) |
207-208 |
7 |
| Fame, let thy trumpet sound (fl) |
208-209 |
6 |
| Fairest flow'rets bring, The (fl) |
209-210 |
4 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
210-211 |
4 |
| How sweet, charming nymph, was that soft melting sigh (fl) |
211-212 |
4 |
| Sigh of the west-wind breath'd gratefully by (fl) |
212-213 |
5 |
| Man bare of cash, and deserted by hope, A (fl) |
213 |
1 |
| What! the Girl I adore, by another embraced? (fl) |
213-214 |
1 |
| Heath this night must be my bed, The (fl) |
214 |
3 |
| While women, like soft music's charms (fl) |
215-216 |
3 |
| There was a bonny blade (fl) |
216-217 |
8 |
| When lovely woman stoops to folly (fl) |
217-218 |
2 |
| Leave party disputes, your attention I pray (fl) |
218-219 |
6 |
| Tobacco's but an Indian weed (fl) |
219 |
5 |
| Now, Joan, we are married---and now let me say (fl) |
219-220 |
7 |
| One evening alone in the grove (fl) |
221 |
3 |
| Oh! lady fair, where art thou roamimg? (fl) |
221-222 |
10 |
| Faintly as tolls. the ev'ning chime (fl) |
222-223 |
3 |
| It was a friar of orders grey (fl) |
223-224 |
7 |
| I sing the maid of Lodi (fl) |
224-225 |
5 |
| Deep in love, yes! 'tis love (fl) |
225-226 |
5 |
| Who is it that rides thro' the forest so fast (fl) |
226-227 |
4 |
| In a cottage enbosm'd within a deep shade (fl) |
227-228 |
5 |
| In times so long past, though I still am but young (fl) |
229 |
|
| What, is there ill news, you're so sad, Robin Gray (fl) |
229-230 |
5 |
| When business calls or friends invite me (fl) |
230-231 |
6 |
| Give me a kiss before you go (fl) |
231-232 |
4 |
| Farewell, farewell, my native land (fl) |
232-234 |
19 |
| They made her a grave, too cold and damp (fl) |
235-236 |
8 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
236-237 |
4 |
| Says Richard to Thomas. (and seem's half afraid) (fl) |
237-238 |
4 |
| Oh! woman, if by simple wile (fl) |
238 |
3 |
| Dark is the night, and deep and low'ring (fl) |
239-243 |
12 |
| When the party commences, all starch'd and all glum (fl) |
243-246 |
8 |
| Give Isaac the nymph, who no beauty can boast (fl) |
246-247 |
4 |
| And wherefore do the poor complain? (fl) |
247-248 |
12 |
| Why, sweet Affection, hast thou power (fl) |
248-249 |
5 |
| No plate had John and Joan to hoard (fl) |
249-250 |
8 |
| Loud, loud blows the wind on the moor (fl) |
250-251 |
8 |
| See how, beneath the moonbeam's smile (fl) |
252 |
2 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, The (fl) |
252-253 |
3 |
| With careless care we court our charms (fl) |
253-254 |
7 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
254-255 |
3 |
| Friendship, thou charmer of the mind (fl) |
255-256 |
5 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
256 |
3 |
| Moon had clim'b the highest hill, The [sic] (fl) |
256-257 |
4 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
257-258 |
5 |
| Soft blew the gale near yon bank side (fl) |
258-259 |
3 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
259-260 |
3 |
| See down Eliza's blushing cheek (fl) |
260 |
4 |
| Sun when arising, bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
261 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
262 |
3 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove (fl) |
263-264 |
3 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
264 |
4 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
264-265 |
4 |
| From place to place I travers'd long (fl) |
265-266 |
3 |
| Braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, The (fl) |
266-267 |
5 |
| Here's a box for your toilet, dear maid (fl) |
268 |
7 |
| How sweet to the heart is the thought of to-morrow (fl) |
|
7 |
| Since then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
270 |
2 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
270-271 |
5 |
| Keen blew the blast, the night unkind (fl) |
271 |
3 |
| Where new mown hay on winding Tay (fl) |
272 |
3 |
| Round love's elysian bowers (fl) |
273 |
3 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
273-274 |
2 |
| Sacred boon of favorite heaven (fl) |
274 |
4 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
274-275 |
4 |
| Why are we fond of toil and care (fl) |
275-276 |
4 |
| Come, come, lovely girl, let us stray (fl) |
276 |
3 |
| Friend of my soul this goblet sip (fl) |
277 |
4 |
| Let the great man his treasure possessing (fl) |
277-278 |
9 |
| Was it because her face was fair (fl) |
279 |
4 |
| Near yonder Cot upon the Moor (fl) |
279-280 |
7 |
| In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay (fl) |
280-282 |
14 |
| Of their Chloes and Phillises poets may prate (fl) |
282-283 |
7 |
| On Linden, when the sun was low (fl) |
283-284 |
8 |
| Where Schuykill o'er his rocky bed (fl) |
285-286 |
4 |
| I scorn, dearest Chloe, your charge to deny (fl) |
286 |
2 |
| Where the light cannot pierce, in a grove of tall trees (fl) |
286-287 |
7 |
| Oh! had it been my happy lot (fl) |
287 |
2 |
| How bright was my youth's early dawn! (fl) |
287-288 |
6 |
| Sweet Lady; look not thus again (fl) |
288-289 |
5 |
| Will you, my love! The moon is high (fl) |
289-290 |
6 |
| Now my Laura, I must leave thee (fl) |
290-291 |
4 |
| Where is now the smile that lighten'd (fl) |
291-292 |
4 |
| Let some in grog place their delight (fl) |
292-293 |
6 |
| Youth to me a wooing came, A (fl) |
294 |
3 |
| To the city I've bid an adieu! (fl) |
294-296 |
14 |
| Britannia's gallant streamers (fl) |
297-299 |
7 |
| No more of your blathering nonsense (fl) |
299-301 |
4 |
| O! freemen! raise a joyous strain! (fl) |
301-302 |
9 |
| Columbia's banner rides thy flood (fl) |
302-303 |
4 |
| Sir George Prevost with all his host (fl) |
303-307 |
14 |
| Columbia's shores are wild and wide (fl) |
307-309 |
7 |
| O'er Huron's wave the sun was low (fl) |
309-311 |
14 |
| Fill to the brave. who contend in the field (fl) |
311-312 |
5 |