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Short Title Syren, 1816 
Title Syren, The 
Pages 116 
Publisher Cooper, W. 
Location MWA, NHi/WC NYHi (M1628 1816 .S94)/0MWA Cat 
Date 1816 
Place Washington 
Data Place NYHi M1628 1816 .S94 
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Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light (fl)  I.3-I.5 
To Columbia's enraptur'd sight (fl)  I.5-I.6 
Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl)  I.6-I.7 
Upon the sea-girt rocky shore (fl)  I.7-I.8 
Let him who sighs in sadness here (fl)  I.9 
Columbia d' ye see's like a tough man of war (fl)  I.10-I.11 
Our bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had lower'd (fl)  I.11-I.12 
Where shall the lover rest (fl)  I.13-I.14 
Young love liv'd once in a humble shed (fl)  I.14-I.15 
How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl)  I.15 
My merry gentle people (fl)  I.16-I.17 
He is gone on the mountain (fl)  I.17-I.18 
Summer eve is gone and past (fl)  I.18-I.19 
O Lady, twine no wreath for me (fl)  I.19-I.20 
Ah say, Lovely Emma! a look can express it (fl)  I.21 
White sail caught the ev'ning ray, The (fl)  I.21-I.22 
By the side of a mountain o'ershadow'd with trees (fl)  I.22-I.23 
Oh! yonder is the well known spot (fl)  I.23-I.24 
When first I told my Rosa I lov'd (fl)  I.24-I.25 
As soon as I got married, a happy man to be (fl)  I.25-I.27 
When I rov'd, a young highlander, o'er the dark heath (fl)  I.27-I.29 
Merrily ev'ry bosom boundeth (fl)  I.29-I.30 
Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl)  I.31 
Little Cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough stray'd (fl)  I.32 
And said I that my limbs were old (fl)  I.32-I.33 
Oh! Lady fair, where art thou roamimg (fl)  I.33-I.34  10 
Oh! stay sweet fair, till day is breaking (fl)  I.34-I.35  10 
Stranger! 'tis folly to check the fond tear (fl)  I.36 
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses (fl)  I.36-I.37 
Hark! where martial music sounding far (fl)  I.37-I.38 
Soft as yon silver ray, that sleeps (fl)  I.38 
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle (fl)  I.39 
I married a wife, "who cares" says I (fl)  I.40-I.41 
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl)  I.41 
Why does azure deck the sky? (fl)  I.42 
Cheerful as the bird of May (fl)  I.42-I.43 
When time, who steals our years away (fl)  I.43-I.44 
If love, as they say, be the solace of youth (fl)  I.44-I.45 
When freshly blows the northern gale (fl)  I.45-I.46 
Faintly as tolls the ev'ning chime (fl)  I.46-I.47 
Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl)  I.47-I.48 
Let Fame sound the trumpet and cry to the war (fl)  I.48 
I wander'd once at break of day (fl)  I.49 
When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl)  I.50-I.51 
Friend of my soul! this goblet sip (fl)  I.51 
To a shady retreat fair Eliza I trac'd (fl)  I.52 
Tho' the muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun (fl)  I.52-I.53 
Come tell me blue ey'd stranger (fl)  I.53 
I met my laddie late yestreen (fl)  I.54   
Flowers are fresh and bushes green (fl)  I.54-I.55 
Says Ella to her love, remember (fl)  I.55 
Love in thine eyes for ever plays (fl)  I.56 
Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl)  I.56-I.57 
Oh fair rose the morning, the sun in mild splendour (fl)  I.57-I.58 
'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl)  I.58-I.60 
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl)  I.61-I.63 
Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl)  I.63-I.64 
Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl)  I.64-I.65 
In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl)  I.65-I.66 
Deserted by the waning moon (fl)  I.66-I.67 
Let others breathe the melting sigh (fl)  I.67 
Begone, dull care (fl)  I.68 
Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl)  I.68-I.69 
Away with melancholy (fl)  I.69-I.70 
Life let us cherish (fl)  I.70-I.71 
Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl)  I.71-I.72 
Winds, whisper gently while she sleeps (fl)  I.72-I.73 
When shall we three meet again? (fl)  I.73-I.74 
Come, come, bonny lassie, cry'd Sandy, awa (fl)  I.74-I.75 
Love, my Mary, dwells with thee (fl)  I.75 
I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl)  I.75-I.76 
I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl)  I.76-I.77 
Just like love is yonder rose (fl)  I.77 
Yon lovely maid, with golden hair (fl)  I.78 
Oh! Lady, why thus sadly gaze (fl)  I.78-I.79 
Far retired from noise and smoke (fl)  I.79-I.80 
Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl)  I.80-I.82 
Shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain, The (fl)  I.82 
Young Allan rode slowly across the green heath (fl)  I.82-I.83 
Whether sailor or not, for a moment, avast! (fl)  I.83-I.84 
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl)  I.85-I.86 
Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, The (fl)  I.86-I.87 
Said a smile to a tear (fl)  I.87-I.88 
Tear fell gently from her eye, The (fl)  I.88 
Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl)  I.89-I.90 
Hark! the goddess Diana calls out for the chase (fl)  I.90 
How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn (fl)  I.90-I.91 
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie (fl)  I.91 
From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl)  I.92 
Ah! why did I gather this delicate flower (fl)  I.92-I.93 
When day has smiled a soft farewell (fl)  I.93-I.94 
Ah! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl)  I.94 
Sly Cupid one day made a little bit of blund'ring (fl)  I.95-I.96 
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl)  I.96-I.97 
Turn those eyes on me, my love (fl)  I.98 
Soldier slumb'ring after war, The (fl)  I.98-I.99 
When the midnight of absence the day scene pervading (fl)  I.99-I.100 
Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl)  I.100 
Love, grieving, sat weaving (fl)  I.101 
If not with you I'm blest (fl)  I.101 
Wilt thou say farewell, love (fl)  I.102 
I cannot say farewell, love (fl)  I.102-I.103 
She walks in beauty, like the night (fl)  I.103-I.104 
Say, shall the minstrel's artless theme (fl)  I.104 
By the side of a willow weeping (fl)  I.105 
Ye banks and braes, and streams around (fl)  I.105-I.106 
Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl)  I.106-I.107 
Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl)  I.107-I.108 
While dreaming night soothes other eyes with rest (fl)  I.108-I.109 
Does the harp of Rosa slumber (fl)  I.109-I.110 
There's a bower of roses, by Bendemeer's stream (fl)  I.110-I.111 
Fly to the desert, fly with me (fl)  I.111 
From life without freedom, oh! who would not fly? (fl)  I.112 
Here's the bower she lov'd so much (fl)  I.112-I.13 
Ye banks and braes of bonie Doon [sic] (fl)  I.113 
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl)  I.114-I.116 
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