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| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
4-5 |
4 |
| Cheer up my gallant band (fl) |
6-7 |
6 |
| Deed is done, the die is cast, The (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| He was famed for deeds of arms (fl) |
8-9 |
3 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brightened (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| When Freedom first the triumph sung (fl) |
11-12 |
5 |
| Now coil up your nonsence 'bout England's great navy (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| When freedom's star its last bright gleam (fl) |
14-16 |
7 |
| This life, boys, at best's but a rough sort of trip (fl) |
16-18 |
9 |
| Wave of old Ocean's the field of the brave, The (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Hail to the heroes from ocean returning (fl) |
19-20 |
2 |
| O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted (fl) |
20-21 |
4 |
| Little Cupid one day o'er a myrtle bough stray'd (fl) |
22 |
4 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| Thrice welcome brave vot'ries of glory (fl) |
23-24 |
8 |
| What fairy scenes before me ran (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| When winter wing'd the blast with power (fl) |
26 |
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| Be firm, O Columbians! along the Atlantic (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| When rolling orbs from chaos sprung (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| What mean those hoarse threat'nings, that mix with the gale (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| When proud Rome of old her dread Eagle unfurl'd (fl) |
30-31 |
5 |
| Goddess of freedom borne down by oppression, The (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| O young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
33-35 |
8 |
| He is gone on the mountain (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| O Lady, twine no wreath for me (fl) |
36-38 |
5 |
| How often will proud memory trace (fl) |
38 |
3 |
| Avast honest Jack! now before you get mellow (fl) |
39-41 |
16 |
| Tho' sacred the tie that our country entwineth (fl) |
42 |
2 |
| Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| Ye banks, and braes, and streams around (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
45-46 |
6 |
| O had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| All hail to the birth of the happiest land (fl) |
48-51 |
9 |
| Brave sons of the West, your deeds of renown (fl) |
51-53 |
5 |
| Awake the loud trumpet, 'tis freedom invites (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| I was born one day when my mother was out (fl) |
54-55 |
8 |
| When I first saw the youth who to me came a wooing (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plan (fl) |
56-58 |
5 |
| O! in Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Why does azure deck the sky (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| When'er the tyrants of the main (fl) |
60-63 |
16 |
| Irishman carries his heart in his hand, An (fl) |
63-64 |
6 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| When the warrior returns from the battle afar (fl) |
65-66 |
5 |
| There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| See Decatur our hero returns to the west (fl) |
68-69 |
2 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
71-73 |
5 |
| Hail friendship, dear soother of sorrow (fl) |
73-74 |
6 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
74 |
4 |
| O Nora, the glen with the hawthorn is blooming (fl) |
75 |
2 |
| When we took our departure from Dublin's famed city (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| Landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| Let fame sound the trumpet, and cry to the war (fl) |
82-83 |
2 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-roling Danube (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
85-88 |
3 |
| I sing of the maid of Lodi (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Captain bold in Halifax, A (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| You never did hear of an Irishman's fear (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Argo of Greece, that brought the fleece (fl) |
93-95 |
7 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
96-97 |
3 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
98-99 |
6 |
| Ye winds and ye waves, bear my sorrows away (fl) |
100 |
3 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
100-101 |
2 |
| Hail, Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| O, freemen! raise a joyous strain! (fl) |
102-103 |
9 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
103-104 |
7 |
| No more the loud tones of the trumpet resound (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| O, love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
106-107 |
4 |
| Come listen awhile and I'll sing you a ditty (fl) |
108-109 |
6 |
| Sam Splic'em, d'ye mind, is one of those boys (fl) |
110-111 |
4 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Free Columbia, whose fathers dar'd the waves (fl) |
112-113 |
5 |
| Farewell to America, dear Mary, adieu! (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Och! dismal and dark was the day to be sure (fl) |
114-115 |
2 |
| Arise, arise, Columbia's sons arise (fl) |
115-117 |
4 |
| Tears that burn on ev'ry cheek, The (fl) |
117-118 |
4 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| O, fair rose the morning, the sun in mild splendour (fl) |
120 |
2 |
| Streamlets were flying, the canvas was spreading, The (fl) |
120-121 |
3 |
| As twilight grew pale in the west (fl) |
121-122 |
3 |
| It ofttimes has been told, That the British sailors bold (fl) |
122-124 |
9 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
124-128 |
10 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
129-130 |
3 |
| Dogs began to bark, The (fl) |
130-131 |
4 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
131-132 |
5 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
133 |
2 |
| Beam of tranquility smil'd in the west, A (fl) |
133-134 |
7 |
| Attention pray give, while of Hobbies I sing (fl) |
134-135 |
7 |
| 'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl) |
136-138 |
4 |
| Begone dull care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
138-139 |
2 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
139 |
2 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
140 |
3 |
| O, hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
141 |
3 |
| How sweet on the mountains, where heath-bells are glowing (fl) |
141-142 |
2 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
142-143 |
5 |
| Where weeps the willow o'er the stream (fl) |
144-145 |
4 |
| Ize a Yorkshireman just come to town (fl) |
145-147 |
7 |
| When seated with Sal, all my messmates around (fl) |
147-148 |
3 |
| Now the rage of battle ended (fl) |
148-150 |
7 |
| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
150-151 |
3 |
| Soldier, slumb'ring after the war, The (fl) |
151-152 |
3 |
| Yes, sweet the delight when our blushes impart (fl) |
152 |
3 |
| Jack Stedfast and I were both messmates at sea (fl) |
153 |
3 |
| As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl) |
154 |
2 |
| With a dozen thirteens in a nice paper bag (fl) |
154-156 |
5 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
156 |
2 |
| Ah! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
157 |
3 |
| Good night! good night! and is it so (fl) |
157-158 |
3 |
| We'll breathe not a kiss to the tell-tale air (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| Down by the river there grow's a green willow [sic] (fl) |
159 |
2 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
160 |
3 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you (fl) |
160-161 |
4 |
| My bonny bra' lad has forsaken the plain (fl) |
161 |
3 |
| O, take me to your arms, love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
162 |
3 |
| Jack and I were both messmates a long time at sea (fl) |
162-163 |
3 |
| Roguish youth ask'd me to woo, A (fl) |
163-164 |
3 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
164-166 |
4 |
| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
166-167 |
5 |
| I wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
167-168 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
168-169 |
2 |
| Our ship's a port, so here I be (fl) |
169-170 |
4 |
| Of all heaven gave to comfort man (fl) |
171-172 |
4 |
| When I from dear Ireland first took my leave (fl) |
172-173 |
4 |
| Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl) |
173-174 |
6 |
| Distant trumpet calls me, The (fl) |
175 |
2 |
| O! come away! my soldier boy (fl) |
175-176 |
2 |
| Johnny came a courting me, with his 'How d'ye do?' (fl) |
176-177 |
3 |
| Heigho! said a maid, as she sat at a gate (fl) |
177-178 |
3 |
| My dear little girl,shall I freely impart (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| O! when I was christen'd 'twas on a fair day (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| One day, Madam Nature was busy (fl) |
180-181 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
181-182 |
2 |
| When the sun beams round us play (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| My merry, gentle people, pray (fl) |
183-184 |
5 |
| I love, but I dare not say who (fl) |
185 |
2 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
185-186 |
4 |
| One day when to Jove the black list was presented (fl) |
186-188 |
10 |
| When 'tis night, and the mid watch is come (fl) |
188 |
2 |
| Jack Binnacle met with an old shipmate (fl) |
189-190 |
4 |
| Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
191-192 |
4 |
| Ben Backstay loved the gentle Anna (fl) |
192-193 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
193-196 |
9 |
| Fill to the brave, who contend in the field (fl) |
196-197 |
5 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
197-198 |
2 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little service (fl) |
198-199 |
4 |
| How sweet to the heart is the thought of to-morrow (fl) |
200-201 |
7 |
| No more of your blathering nonsense (fl) |
201-202 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
203-204 |
3 |
| How blest the life a soldier leads (fl) |
204-205 |
3 |
| Tobacco's but an Indian weed (fl) |
205-206 |
5 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
206-207 |
3 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
207-208 |
4 |
| Pomp of courts and pride of kings, The (fl) |
209 |
2 |
| Faintly as tolls the ev'ning chime (fl) |
209-210 |
3 |