| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail Columbia! happy Land (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Of Columbia's boast the pride be mine (fl) |
5-6 |
5 |
| Adieu, a heart-warm fond adieu! (fl) |
6-7 |
5 |
| Now Hibernians bold and brave (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| One evening as I rambled (fl) |
8-10 |
7 |
| Come Chloe,and give me sweet kisses (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| I have been a wild rover these dozen long year (fl) |
11-12 |
5 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
12-14 |
9 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen, draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
17-18 |
6 |
| I have parks, I have grounds (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| How pleasant a sailor's life passes (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| O think on my fate!---once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| It was upon a Lammas night (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| Turban'd Turk, who scorns the world, The (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| Banish sorrow, grief's a folly (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| I am a jolly gay Pedlar (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
26-28 |
5 |
| Hunters are up and the ruddy fac'd morn, The (fl) |
28 |
4 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
29 |
3 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Beyond yon hills whereStinchar flows [sic] (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Sea was calm the sky serene, The (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Our country is our ship, d' ye see (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| One moon shining night, about two in the morning (fl) |
36-38 |
7 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
38-39 |
4 |
| Come all hands ahoy to the anchor (fl) |
39-40 |
6 |
| With care I've search'd the village round (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| Charming maid of Lodi, The (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
44-46 |
4 |
| Allur'd by the wealth, which Columbia possess'd (fl) |
46-47 |
8 |
| Brother Nathan's nation mad (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| There's nought but care on every hand (fl) |
48-49 |
5 |
| Sure won't you hear (fl) |
49-51 |
6 |
| Would you travel the wide world over (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Come hail the great day, ye sons of mirth (fl) |
54-55 |
8 |
| When sailing with a favoring gale (fl) |
56 |
4 |
| Day had descended the eve was serene, The (fl) |
56-58 |
10 |
| On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh (fl) |
58-59 |
6 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
59 |
3 |
| My name is Tippy Bob (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Behold poor Will just come from drill (fl) |
61-62 |
5 |
| Dear sir, this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Now spring her sweets discloses (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Lass of Peaties mill, The (fl) |
64-65 |
4 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
65-68 |
7 |
| Young Teddy is an Irish lad (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| Curtis was old Hodge's wife (fl) |
70 |
6 |
| This world's a strange world child, it must be confest (fl) |
71 |
2 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
71-72 |
5 |
| Fond husband will, after a conjugal strife, A (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
74-77 |
7 |
| Night her silent sable wore, The (fl) |
77-78 |
8 |
| How happily my life I led (fl) |
78 |
2 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
79-80 |
5 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O hail the great day (fl) |
80 |
5 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
81-85 |
12 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
85-86 |
6 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
86-88 |
5 |
| Tho' I am now a very little lad (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| O Love! what the deuce do you want in my bosom! (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| O Logie of Buchan! O Logie the laird! (fl) |
90 |
4 |
| My heart is as honest and brave as the best (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| I have loo'd into life and with truth I can say (fl) |
91-92 |
6 |
| As Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| When last from the straights we had fairly cast anchor (fl) |
93-94 |
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| [Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here] (fl) |
94 |
|
| [While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you] (fl) |
95
96
97
98
99 |
|
| [Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd] (fl) |
96 |
|
| [Now listen my friends, to an old dog's new story] (fl) |
97 |
|
| [Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear] (fl) |
98 |
|
| [Young Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate] (fl) |
99 |
|
| [Captain bold, from Charlestown went, A] (fl) |
100 |
|
| [Adieu! adieu! my only life] (fl) |
102 |
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| [To the cannon's deep thunder, that breaks on the ear] (fl) |
103 |
|
| [John Bull in a passion once stoutly resolved] (fl) |
104 |
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| [By the trident of Neptune brave Hull cried let's steer] (fl) |
107 |
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| [When Freedom fair Columbia sought] (fl) |
109 |
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| [When Freedom wakes upon the world] (fl) |
110 |
|
| [I'm told by the wise ones, a maid I shall die] (fl) |
111 |
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| ['Twas in the month of May] (fl) |
112 |
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| [Columbia's sons at sea] (fl) |
114 |
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| [Hail Columbia! happy land] (fl) |
115 |
|
| [Leave neighbours, your work and at sport and to play] (fl) |
117 |
|
| [O! say can you see by the dawns early light] (fl) |
118 |
|
| [Lover, often has been bless'd, A] (fl) |
119 |
|
| [Shadows of the eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain, The] (fl) |
120 |
|
| [Deep in love, yes! 'tis love] (fl) |
121 |
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| [Oh hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night] (fl) |
121 |
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| [Oh should I fly from the world love to thee] (fl) |
122 |
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| [When she smiles oh! I think of the Heav'ns warm ray] (fl) |
123 |
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| [When she weeps and averting her mild azure eyes] (fl) |
124 |
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| [Said a smile to a teat] (fl) |
125 |
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| [Mama's left off business, and I've sunk the shop] (fl) |
126 |
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| [Oh! take me to your arms, love] (fl) |
126 |
|
| [Ye feather'd songsters of vale] (fl) |
127 |
|
| [Come hither, my lads, and ye lasses around] (fl) |
128 |
|
| [When young Stephen came to woo me] (fl) |
129 |
|
| [What tho' the blooming, genial year] (fl) |
129 |
|
| [I wander'd once, at break of day] (fl) |
130 |
|
| [Yes, yes, I remember well the hour] (fl) |
131 |
|
| [Oh wander no more from me, my love] (fl) |
132 |
|
| [When absent from her my soul holds most dear] (fl) |
132 |
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| [Tuneful bird from freedom torn, The] (fl) |
133 |
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| [When the snow-drop and Crocus first look for the spring] (fl) |
133 |
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| [On one parent stalk, two white roses were growing] (fl) |
134 |
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| [Flowing canvas caught the breeze, The] (fl) |
135 |
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| [Whence comes this keen this cutting smart?] (fl) |
136 |
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| [While I fold in my arms, the dear girl of my heart] (fl) |
137 |
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| [Little Cupid one day o'er a Myrtle bough stray'd] (fl) |
138 |
|
| [I have a heart, a little heart] (fl) |
139 |
|
| [From thee, eliza, I must go] (fl) |
140 |
|
| [Down in the Valley, the sun setting clearly] (fl) |
141 |
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| [Tell her I'll, while the clouds drop rain] (fl) |
141 |
|
| [Oh have not you heard of Kate Kearney] (fl) |
142 |
|
| [In the world's crooked path where I've been] (fl) |
143 |
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| [Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney] (fl) |
143 |
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| [Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The] (fl) |
144 |
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| [Bloom bloom'd so fresh and fair, The] (fl) |
144 |
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| [Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube] (fl) |
145 |
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| [Ah! where can fly my soul's true love] (fl) |
147 |
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| [Sea was calm the sky serene, The] (fl) |
147 |
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| [Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd] (fl) |
148 |
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| ['Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town] (fl) |
149 |
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| [Stay lady---stay for mercy's sake] (fl) |
150 |
|
| [Say, have you seen my Arrabell?] (fl) |
151 |
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| [Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown] (fl) |
152 |
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| [Miller I am, and respected's my name, A] (fl) |
154 |
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| [How sweet is love when virtue guides] (fl) |
154 |
|
| [My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave] (fl) |
155 |
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| [Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blew] (fl) |
156 |
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| [Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day] (fl) |
157 |
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| [Here wanton gales purfume the glade] (fl) |
157 |
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| [Sun when arising, bespangles the dew, The] (fl) |
158 |
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| [Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The] (fl) |
159 |
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| [In the dead of the night, when with labour oppress'd] (fl) |
160 |
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| [In storms, when clouds obscure the sky] (fl) |
161 |
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| [I'm a poor little orphan, ah! pity me prey [sic]] (fl) |
163 |
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| [Rise, Cynthia, rise] (fl) |
163 |
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| [Whenever a comely lass I spy] (fl) |
163 |
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| [On the point of a rock jutting o'er the green ocean] (fl) |
164 |
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| [Body may in simple way, A] (fl) |
165 |
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| [When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice] (fl) |
166 |
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| [Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A] (fl) |
167 |
|
| [Would you travel the wide world over] (fl) |
168 |
|
| [Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder] (fl) |
169 |
|
| [On Ireland's ground, seat of true hospitality] (fl) |
170 |
|
| [When Steerwell heard me first impart] (fl) |
172 |
|
| [Over the mountains, and over the moor] (fl) |
173 |
|
| [Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The] (fl) |
173 |
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| [Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon] (fl) |
174 |
|
| [Oh! say from thy bosom why heaves the soft sigh] (fl) |
176 |
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| While around the festive board (fl) |
177 |
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| When William first woo'd I said yes to the swain (fl) |
179 |
|
| Your pardon kind gentlef[ol]k pray (fl) |
180 |
|
| Have ye seen in a fresh dewy morning (fl) |
182 |
|
| I'm a Jew you may tell by my [beard] and my proge (fl) |
183 |
|
| Though tender and young, yet my eye-sight is gone (fl) |
184 |
|
| When at night the swains (fl) |
185 |
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| Ah! who is that, Ah! who is that, whose thrilling tones (fl) |
186 |
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| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
186 |
|
| O'er my toil-wither'd limbs sickly langours are shed (fl) |
189 |
|
| Alas! the battle's lost and won (fl) |
190 |
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| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
191 |
|
| [In Dublin city there lives a youth] (fl) |
193 |
|
| [I am a brisk and sprightly lad] (fl) |
193 |
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| You may sing of your waggoners, plough-boys and watchmen (fl) |
194-195 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
196-197 |
6 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
197-198 |
4 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
198-202 |
10 |
| Hail America hail, unrival'd in fame (fl) |
202-204 |
6 |
| Columbia, hail! We celebrate that day (fl) |
204-205 |
3 |
| See the cautious warrior creeping! (fl) |
205-206 |
2 |
| Strew, Virgins the cypress o'er Washington's bier (fl) |
206-207 |
4 |
| When'er the tyrants of the main (fl) |
207-209 |
16 |
| Columbia's sons, prepare, unite (fl) |
210-211 |
7 |