| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl) |
3-5 |
5 |
| Diogenes surly and proud (fl) |
5-7 |
7 |
| Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin (fl) |
7-8 |
2 |
| Sweet sir, for your courtesie (fl) |
8-9 |
6 |
| Now we are freed from college rules (fl) |
9-11 |
7 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| From the county of Cork, you see I lately came (fl) |
12-14 |
9 |
| Wha wadna be in love (fl) |
14-15 |
5 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Landlady of France, she loved an officer, 'tis said (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Arrah Peggy's my fancy (fl) |
17-18 |
6 |
| My name it is Donald M'Donald (fl) |
18-20 |
6 |
| It was Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| Here are catches, songs and glees (fl) |
22-23 |
6 |
| O the face of brave Captain Megan (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
24-27 |
8 |
| There was an Irish lad (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| Major M'Pherson heav'd a sigh (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Boys of Kilkenny are fine roaring blades, The (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| What shall we have for supper Mrs. Bond (fl) |
30-31 |
5 |
| Spruce Mr. Clark, The (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| Turban'd turk, who scorns the world, The (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| Patrick O Row is my name (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
34-35 |
5 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| When first from Kilkenny as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Ye lads and ye lasses, so buxom and clever (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| If you travel the wide world all over (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| When from London first I came (fl) |
41-43 |
3 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia. who snug on dry land (fl) |
45-50 |
12 |
| Tis truth in my youth I was frisky and gay (fl) |
50-51 |
2 |
| Jolly shoemaker, John Hobbs, John Hobbs, A (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| Throughout my life the girls I've pleas'd (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
53-54 |
6 |
| Dear Kathleen, you no doubt (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| I'm a Jew youmay tell py my peard and my progue (fl) |
55-56 |
5 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
56-59 |
6 |
| I'm parish-clerk, and sexton here (fl) |
59-60 |
1 |
| Irish Lad's a jolly boy, An (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Boys, when I play, cry, oh! crimini (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| I am a friar of orders grey (fl) |
62-63 |
2 |
| Amo amas (fl) |
63-64 |
|
| Yea, I fell in the pit of love (fl) |
64 |
3 |
| Jolly fat parson lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| When I was a lad in the land of Kilkenney (fl) |
66-67 |
4 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| Love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| There was Cormac O'Con (fl) |
70-71 |
5 |
| We bipeds made up of frail clay (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| There went three kings into the east (fl) |
72-74 |
15 |
| Two real tars whom duty call'd (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| There was once---it is said (fl) |
75-78 |
19 |
| One moon-shiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
79-81 |
7 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
82-83 |
9 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
83-85 |
5 |
| Of the ancients it's speaking my soul you'd be after (fl) |
85-86 |
5 |
| I've carried arms thro' lands afar (fl) |
86-88 |
6 |
| When first Miss Kitty came to town (fl) |
88-89 |
|
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
89-91 |
10 |
| When I was near manhood I grew sick of home (fl) |
91-93 |
14 |
| Amo amas, I love by the mass (fl) |
93-96 |
5 |
| Come listen! I sing to the lovers of fun (fl) |
97-99 |
10 |
| That the world it goes round by arithmetic rules (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| Willie Wastle dwelt on Tweed (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plans (fl) |
101-103 |
5 |
| You know I'm your priest, and your conscience is mine (fl) |
103-104 |
5 |
| You may talk of a brogue and of Ireland, sweet nation (fl) |
104-106 |
3 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll!, The (fl) |
106-107 |
5 |
| Yur pardon kind gentlewok pray (fl) |
107-109 |
7 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
109-110 |
5 |
| At Symond's Inn I sip my tea (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| When talking of bulls, only mention our forefathers (fl) |
112-113 |
4 |
| Without the help of a gamut, note (fl) |
113-115 |
6 |
| At Wapping I landed, and call'd to hail Mog (fl) |
115-117 |
5 |
| Mother were dead and sister were married (fl) |
117-119 |
5 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| When I was at home, I was merry and frisky (fl) |
120-121 |
3 |
| In a nate little cabin not far from Kilkenny (fl) |
121-122 |
2 |
| There was an ancient fair, oh she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
122-123 |
5 |
| Och, I sing of a wedding, and that at Dunleary (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| When first I was married to Katty O'Connor (fl) |
125-126 |
3 |
| My love she's but a lassie yet (fl) |
127 |
2 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
127-128 |
6 |
| I was born once at home when my mother was out (fl) |
129-130 |
8 |
| Billy Tailyer, a brisk young sailyer (fl) |
131 |
2 |
| On Ireland's ground, seat of true hospitality (fl) |
131-133 |
4 |
| Such beauties as you I--- (fl) |
133-134 |
2 |
| Dame Nature one day in a comical mood (fl) |
134-136 |
3 |
| Had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
136-138 |
3 |
| Oh! come on some cold rainy day (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| Gad-A-Mercy! devil's in me (fl) |
139-140 |
2 |
| Arrah, honies, my dear (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| As close to the sturdy sole (fl) |
142-143 |
2 |
| O charming Dolly, fat and sleek (fl) |
143 |
3 |
| Fill to the brave who contend in the field (fl) |
144-145 |
5 |
| When the fancy-stirring bowl (fl) |
145-146 |
4 |
| In Chester town a man there dwelt (fl) |
146-148 |
4 |
| Woman is like to---but stay (fl) |
148-149 |
6 |
| Arrah Tippo, your highness, give over your fun (fl) |
149-151 |
4 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
151-152 |
4 |
| George Barnwell stood at the shop door (fl) |
152-154 |
7 |
| Begone, dull care, I pr'ythee begone from me (fl) |
154 |
2 |
| Monsieur grown sick of fricasee (fl) |
154-156 |
6 |
| Did you ever hear of captain Wattle? (fl) |
156-157 |
3 |
| Ods-blood! what a time for seamen to skulk (fl) |
157-158 |
3 |
| Kathelin sat all alone (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| By the side of a murmuring stream (fl) |
160 |
6 |
| Mrs. Waddle was a widow, and she made no little gain (fl) |
161-162 |
5 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
162-163 |
5 |
| Some have travers'd the fathomless ocean (fl) |
163-164 |
3 |
| Your mountain sack, your Frontinac (fl) |
164-165 |
5 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
165-166 |
7 |
| 'Twas business requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
167-169 |
4 |
| My merry gentle people (fl) |
169-170 |
5 |
| I married a wife, 'who cares', says I (fl) |
170-171 |
4 |
| O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut (fl) |
171-172 |
4 |
| To Anacreon in heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
172-174 |
6 |
| Ize a Yorkshireman just come to town (fl) |
175-176 |
7 |
| I was call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town (fl) |
177-179 |
|
| Love in little maidens heart (fl) |
179 |
2 |
| Glass is good and a lass is good, A (fl) |
179-180 |
5 |
| Youth took a wife for joy or for strife, A (fl) |
180-181 |
3 |
| Shew me a lawyer refusing a good fee (fl) |
181-182 |
2 |
| Come haste to the wedding ye friends and ye neighbours (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| Oh! woman they say was created one day (fl) |
183-184 |
3 |
| In Londres I vas taylor nice (fl) |
184-185 |
4 |
| British lion is my sign, The (fl) |
185-186 |
3 |
| There liv'd a man in Baleno crazy [sic] (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| Few years ago, in the days of my grannum, A (fl) |
187-188 |
3 |