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| Hail, auspicious day! to Americans dear (fl) |
3-5 |
6 |
| O'er the silver expanse of wood-begirt Erie (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Comrades! join the flag of glory (fl) |
8 |
3 |
| We be three poor freebooters (fl) |
9-10 |
8 |
| Tobacco is an ancient weed (fl) |
10-11 |
5 |
| While gratitude yet holds a station on earth (fl) |
11-12 |
5 |
| High o'er Patapsco's tide (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| Come, push about the Jorum, boys (fl) |
14-17 |
18 |
| That seat of science Athens; and the earth's great mistress, Rome (fl) |
17-19 |
3 |
| O! say, can you see by the dawns early light (fl) |
19-21 |
4 |
| Jack Mainstay was dear to his comrades so true (fl) |
21-22 |
8 |
| O'er the mountains the sun of our fame was declining (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Ye demos attend and ye federalists too (fl) |
24-25 |
7 |
| Good lack, how these times a poor taylor doth clip! (fl) |
25-26 |
2 |
| Brave sons of the west, your deeds of renown (fl) |
26-28 |
5 |
| To arms, to arms, in haste arouse (fl) |
28-29 |
8 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Come strike up an anthem; the war dogs cease howling (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Upon the sea-girt rocky shore (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Hail, hail, ye ocean chiefs (fl) |
34-35 |
5 |
| This day we hail with pure delight (fl) |
35-37 |
7 |
| James Madison my Joe, Jim, I wonder what you mean (fl) |
37-39 |
9 |
| Where turn the tyrants [myrmidous?] (fl) |
39-41 |
5 |
| Ere the dew on the valley has melted away (fl) |
41-42 |
8 |
| Remember the lesson that Washington gave (fl) |
42-43 |
6 |
| Columbia's tars, Columbia's boast (fl) |
43-45 |
4 |
| Sure Master John Bull, fears the fate of his friends (fl) |
45 |
5 |
| Come, fill your glass, nor think of pain (fl) |
46-47 |
7 |
| Columbia's sons! the brave we sing (fl) |
47-49 |
7 |
| Soldiers!---join a heart, warm lay (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| On yonder mount, whose awful sight (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| Farewell Peace, an other crisis (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| Genius of Freedom, escap'd from the flood, The (fl) |
53-55 |
7 |
| When Guerrier, Dacres, from Halifax sail'd (fl) |
55-57 |
9 |
| High fill the bowl, and round it twine (fl) |
57-58 |
5 |
| Come, messmates cheerly lead the night (fl) |
58-60 |
5 |
| Now coil up your nonsense 'bout England's great navy (fl) |
60-62 |
4 |
| 'Tis strange that the britain, by thinking who rules [sic] (fl) |
62-64 |
8 |
| Huzza for the lads of the ocean (fl) |
64-65 |
6 |
| Columbia d'ye see's a like a tough man of war (fl) |
65-66 |
5 |
| In chorus now join, while my hobby I sing (fl) |
67-69 |
14 |
| I often have been told, of those British sailors bold (fl) |
69-71 |
10 |
| O haste ye youthful warriors, fly (fl) |
71-73 |
5 |
| Since peace has return'd from her flight to the skies (fl) |
73-75 |
6 |
| Back side Albany stan' Lake Champlain (fl) |
75-77 |
4 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumph have brighten'd (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Columbia's sons, prepare unite (fl) |
79-81 |
7 |
| Come citizens of all degree (fl) |
81-84 |
10 |
| From the Halifax station a bully there came (fl) |
84-86 |
11 |
| Dear Erin, I fly from thy evergreen shores (fl) |
86-88 |
7 |
| Now welcome ye moments of Mis'ry to me! (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| While autumn sits drooping o'er nature's decay (fl) |
90-91 |
6 |
| Savage loves his native shore, The (fl) |
91-92 |
5 |
| Through Erin's Isle, to sport a while (fl) |
93-94 |
2 |
| Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin (fl) |
94-96 |
4 |
| Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| Hail to the Exile, whose crime was devotion (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Remember the glories of Brien the brave (fl) |
98-100 |
3 |
| Oh! harp of Ierne, retire to thy slumbers (fl) |
101-102 |
5 |
| Ye vales of green, round "Stafford's Grove" (fl) |
102-103 |
6 |
| In vain I seek one moment's rest (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| Oh! I first saw the youth, who to me came a wooing (fl) |
105-106 |
2 |
| Down a green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| 'Twas business requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| In Yorkshire I was born and bred (fl) |
109-111 |
5 |
| Thimble's wife lay dead (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl) |
112-113 |
6 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
113-114 |
5 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
115 |
6 |
| My name is Tommy Atkinson as every body knows (fl) |
116-117 |
8 |
| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
117-118 |
5 |
| At sixteen years old you could get little good of me (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| Bound prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
119-120 |
5 |
| Landlady of France she loved an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
121 |
4 |
| 'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| My merry, gentle, people, pray (fl) |
124-125 |
5 |
| Vatsh te matter, goot folks (fl) |
125-127 |
6 |
| When me leetle boy, den me cum from Guinea (fl) |
127-128 |
8 |
| Come all you Virginia girls, come listen to my noise (fl) |
129-130 |
7 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
131-133 |
9 |
| Why should we at our lots repine (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| I ne'er on that lip for a moment have gaz'd (fl) |
134-135 |
4 |
| Oh, take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Will you come to the grove (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you? (fl) |
137 |
4 |
| Little Cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough straye'd (fl) |
137-138 |
4 |
| Slow broke the light, and sweetly breath'd the morn (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| One day when to Jove the black list was presented (fl) |
141-143 |
5 |
| Go youth belov'd in distant glades (fl) |
143-144 |
2 |
| Heigho! said a maid as she sat at a gate (fl) |
144-145 |
3 |
| No longer I follow a sound (fl) |
145 |
4 |
| When all within is peace (fl) |
146 |
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| In a new fangled gown, and my Wellington hat (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| 'Twas evening, at that fairy hour (fl) |
147-148 |
3 |
| When the soft breath of May so auspicious to love (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| Wake, maid of Lorn, the moments fly (fl) |
149-150 |
2 |
| Go forth my song, upon thy venturous way (fl) |
150-151 |
2 |
| Merrily, merrily, bounds the bark (fl) |
151-152 |
4 |
| Like the frail bark tost in the foamy deep (fl) |
152 |
2 |