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Page |
Verses |
| I'm told by the wise ones, a maid I shall die (fl) |
3 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the month of May (fl) |
4-6 |
7 |
| Columbia's sons at sea (fl) |
6-7 |
8 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play (fl) |
9 |
5 |
| O! say can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
10-11 |
5 |
| Lover, often, has been bless'd, A (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| Shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain, The (fl) |
12 |
2 |
| Oh hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| Deep in Love, yes! 'tis love (fl) |
13-14 |
5 |
| Oh should I fly from the world love to thee (fl) |
14-15 |
4 |
| When she smiles oh! I think of the Heav'ns warm ray (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| When she weeps and averting her mild azure eyes (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
17 |
3 |
| Mama's left off business, and I've sunk the shop (fl) |
17-18 |
2 |
| Oh! take me to your arms, my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| Ye feather'd songsters of the vale (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Come hither, my lads, and ye lasses around (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| When young Strephon came to woo me (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| What tho' the blooming, genial year (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| I wander'd once, at break of day (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| Yes, yes, I remember well the hour (fl) |
23 |
1 |
| When absent from her my soul holds most dear (fl) |
24 |
2 |
| Oh wander no more from me, my love (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| Tuneful bird, from freedom torn, The (fl) |
25 |
2 |
| When the snow-drop and Crocus first look for the Spring (fl) |
25-26 |
5 |
| On one parent stalk, two white roses were growing (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| Flowing canvass caught the breeze, The (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| Whence comes this keen cutting smart? (fl) |
28-29 |
5 |
| While I fold in my arms, the dear girl of my heart (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| Little Cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough stray'd (fl) |
30-31 |
2 |
| I have a heart, a little heart (fl) |
31 |
4 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
32 |
2 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
32 |
2 |
| Tell her I love her, while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
33 |
2 |
| Down in the valley the sun setting clearly (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Oh have you not heard of Kate Kearney (fl) |
34 |
4 |
| Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
35 |
4 |
| In the world's crooked paths where I've been (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, The (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
37-38 |
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| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| Stay Lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
42-43 |
10 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
44-45 |
5 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| Miller I am, and respected's my name, A (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
47 |
3 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
48 |
5 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Sun when arising, bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
51-52 |
2 |
| In the dead of the night, when with labour oppress'd (fl) |
52-53 |
6 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| I'm a poor little orphan, ah! pity me pray (fl) |
54-55 |
5 |
| Whene'er a comely lass I spy (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| On the point of a rock jutting o'er the green ocean (fl) |
56 |
4 |
| Body may in simple way, A (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise (fl) |
57 |
2 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Would you travel the wide world over (fl) |
60-61 |
4 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| On Ireland's ground, seat of true hospitality (fl) |
62-64 |
4 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
64-65 |
5 |
| Over the mountains, and over the moor (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
67-68 |
5 |
| Oh! say, from thy bosom why heaves the soft sigh (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
69-71 |
8 |
| When William first woo'd I said YES to the swain (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| Your pardon kind gentlefolk pray (fl) |
72-74 |
6 |
| Have ye seen in a fresh dewy morning (fl) |
74-75 |
6 |
| I'm a Jew you may tell by my peard and my progue (fl) |
75-76 |
5 |
| Though tender and young, yet my eye sight is gone (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| When at night the village swains (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
78 |
2 |
| Ah! who is that, Ah! who is that, whose thrilling tones (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| On Afric's wide plain where the Lion now roaring (fl) |
80-81 |
6 |
| O'er my toil-wither'd limbs sickly languors are shed (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| Alas! the battle's lost and won (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| In Dublin City lives a youth (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| I am a brisk and sprightly lad (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| You may sing of your waggoners, plough-boys and watchmen (fl) |
86-87 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
88-89 |
6 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
90-94 |
11 |
| Hail America hail, unrival'd in fame (fl) |
94-96 |
6 |
| Columbia, hail! We celebrate that day (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| See the cautious warrior creeping (fl) |
97-98 |
2 |
| Strew, Virgins the cypress o'er Washington's bier (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| When'er the tyrants of the main (fl) |
99-101 |
16 |
| Columbia's sons, prepare, unite (fl) |
102-103 |
7 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| When I was a youngster, I first was apprentic'd (fl) |
105 |
3 |