| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear (fl) |
3 |
3 |
| I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy (fl) |
4-5 |
5 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
5-7 |
9 |
| Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
8 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
8-9 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
9-11 |
8 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| Loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| I sail'd in the good ship Kitty (fl) |
13 |
4 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
14-16 |
6 |
| Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
16-17 |
6 |
| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
19-21 |
4 |
| Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| I was, d' ye see, a waterman (fl) |
22-24 |
4 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
24-25 |
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| 'Twas past meridian half past four (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| When first miss Kitty came to town (fl) |
26-27 |
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| Dear Tom, this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
28 |
3 |
| Oh think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Tuneful lavrocs cheer the grove, The (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
31-33 |
3 |
| Come buy of poor Mary, promroses I sell (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| In the world's crooked paths where I've been (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| On Richmond hill there lives a lass (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| Bird that hears her nestling cry, The (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| How happily my life I led (fl) |
38-39 |
2 |
| When I've money I am merry (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see (fl) |
40-42 |
4 |
| When I was at home, I was merry and frisky (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| From night till morn I take my glass (fl) |
44 |
2 |
| Amo amas (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| When first we hear the boatswain's bray (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
47 |
3 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
47-48 |
2 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
48-49 |
4 |
| Flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, A (fl) |
49-50 |
2 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
51-53 |
4 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
54 |
3 |
| In storms when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| Lord! what care I for mam or dad (fl) |
55-56 |
5 |
| Ye virgins attend, believe me your friend (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| Could you to battle march away (fl) |
57-58 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Taylor I once was as blithe as e'er need be, A (fl) |
60-61 |
6 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
61-62 |
6 |
| As Jemie Gay gang'd blithe his way (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| I've kiss'd and I've pratted with fifty fair maids (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| [Fair Hebe I left] with a cautious design (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| Come now all ye social powers (fl) |
65-66 |
5 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
66 |
3 |
| Though I'm a very little lad (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| Busy crew their sails unbending, The (fl) |
68 |
5 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
69 |
4 |
| Wand'ring Sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| Jolly mortals fill your glasses (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| One morning young Roger accosted me thus (fl) |
70-72 |
7 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
72-73 |
5 |
| Banish sorrow, grief, and folly (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| What cheer my dear Polly---did'nt I tell you as how [sic] (fl) |
75-78 |
4 |
| At Totterdown-hill there dwelt an old pair (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
79-81 |
6 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Down the burn and through the mead (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| Blow cheerfully ye winds, till my Henry returns (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
85 |
2 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other (fl) |
86 |
2 |
| When lovers are too daring grown (fl) |
86-87 |
3 |
| There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove (fl) |
88-90 |
4 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| I winna marry ona mon but Sandy o'er the lee (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| You gallants of America (fl) |
95-96 |
4 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| Come under my plaidy, the nights gaun to faw (fl) |
97-100 |
12 |
| Oh, the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
101-103 |
5 |
| Ma chere, my charming fair (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land (fl) |
103-105 |
4 |
| Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures (fl) |
105-106 |
2 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
106-108 |
6 |
| Dear Kathleen, you no doubt (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
109-110 |
3 |
| Mason's daughter, fair and young, A (fl) |
110 |
4 |
| Dame nature one day in a comical mood (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars (fl) |
114-115 |
10 |
| [We bipeds made of frail clay] (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant so jolly (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| Sun from the east tips the mountain with gold, The [sic] (fl) |
118-120 |
5 |
| Ladies all can best approve, The (fl) |
121 |
3 |
| Leave, neighbors, your work, and to sport and to play (fl) |
122-123 |
5 |
| There's nought but care on every hand (fl) |
123-124 |
5 |
| When I think on this warld's pelf [sic] (fl) |
124-125 |
4 |
| Honor let the soldier chuse (fl) |
125 |
4 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
126 |
4 |
| Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A (fl) |
126-128 |
6 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
128-131 |
9 |
| Wind blew hard, and the sea ran high, The (fl) |
131-133 |
6 |
| From the man that I love, tho my heart I disguise (fl) |
133-134 |
4 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
134-135 |
2 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
135-136 |
4 |
| Fill your glasses, banish grief (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| Four and twenty fidlers all in a row [sic] (fl) |
137-139 |
10 |
| How happy the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| Farewell ye groves, and chrystal fountains (fl) |
140 |
2 |