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Page |
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| O! say can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
3-5 |
4 |
| Ye banks, and ye braes, and streams around (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Dear sir, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd, one evening in May (fl) |
7-8 |
7 |
| Beyond yon hills where Lugar flows (fl) |
8-9 |
8 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| In the down-hill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| Saw ye my wee thing? (fl) |
10 |
10 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
17 |
3 |
| How oft has the Benshee cried (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Lass of Paties Mill, The (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Here a sheer hulk, lies Tom Bowling (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers (fl) |
20 |
2 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| John Anderson, my Jo, John (fl) |
22-23 |
6 |
| Hope told a flatt'ring tale (fl) |
23 |
1 |
| Ye banks and braes of bonny Doun (fl) |
24 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd (fl) |
25-26 |
8 |
| O, ever in my bosom live (fl) |
27 |
6 |
| Saw ye nae my Peggy (fl) |
28 |
4 |
| Take back the virgin page (fl) |
29 |
4 |
| Of all the airts the wind can blaw (fl) |
30-31 |
6 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Wilt thou be my dearie (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| Ah! dark are the halls where your ancestors revell'd (fl) |
33 |
2 |
| Sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| One morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
34-36 |
6 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
39-40 |
5 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Down the burn and through the mead (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| Come live with me and be my love (fl) |
42-43 |
6 |
| Ah! sweet were the moments when love vows repeating (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| From thee Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
44 |
2 |
| Drink to her, who long (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
46 |
2 |
| Shepherds, I have lost my love (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
47-48 |
2 |
| 'Tis believed that this harp, which I wake now for thee (fl) |
48-49 |
4 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
49 |
4 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
50 |
1 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| My Peggy is a young thing (fl) |
52 |
4 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bow'r (fl) |
53-55 |
4 |
| O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone (fl) |
57-58 |
5 |
| Oh! Hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the sweet tear (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt (fl) |
60-61 |
6 |
| Far retir'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
62-53 |
5 |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
63 |
5 |
| How hard's the fate o' womankind (fl) |
64 |
4 |
| O whistle, an' I'll come to you, my lad (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| Soft as yon silver ray, that sleeps (fl) |
66 |
4 |
| My Eva! see this op'ning rose (fl) |
66 |
1 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
67 |
2 |
| O Logie of Buchan, O Logie the Laird (fl) |
67-68 |
6 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that where e'er we rove (fl) |
68-69 |
2 |
| Ho! Why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray (fl) |
69-71 |
6 |
| Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach came (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy waters (fl) |
72 |
2 |
| Adieu to the village delights (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| When thro' life unblest we rove (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
74-76 |
5 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| On Etrick banks, ae summer's night (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Down in the valley the sun setting clearly (fl) |
79 |
3 |
| Last time I came o'er the moor, The (fl) |
79-81 |
5 |
| Shall I, wasting in despair (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| To thy green fields, sweet Erin, I've long bade adieu (fl) |
82-83 |
2 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
84 |
3 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping ubder the billow (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| When gloomy night had taken flight (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| To a shady retreat fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
88 |
2 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
88-89 |
2 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| Oh, take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Take, oh take those lips away (fl) |
92 |
2 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
92 |
1 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose (fl) |
93 |
4 |
| Why does azure deck the sky (fl) |
94 |
3 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
94-95 |
2 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
95 |
3 |
| Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue (fl) |
96 |
4 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| Beam on the streamlet was playing, The (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| When Sappho tuned the raptured strain (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| When first I saw my Mary's face (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| When first I ken'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
102 |
5 |
| We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Wear with me the rosy wreath (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| Adieu, my lov'd harp, for no more shall the vale (fl) |
105 |
3 |
| At dawn I rose with jocund glee (fl) |
105-106 |
2 |
| Rose bud in my early walk, A (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| Here's the Bow'r she lov'd so much (fl) |
107 |
2 |
| Go,. Edmund, join the martial throng, (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| Goodnight and joy be wi' ye a' (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| O this is no my ain lassie (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| Night clos'd around the conqueror's way (fl) |
110 |
2 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| I'm wearing awa', Jean (fl) |
111-112 |
6 |
| Powers celestial, whose protection (fl) |
112-113 |
2 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
113-114 |
4 |
| There was a lass and she was fair (fl) |
114-115 |
6 |
| Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure (fl) |
117-118 |
3 |
| Harp that once thro' Tarra's halls, The [sic] (fl) |
118 |
2 |
| There's not a look, a word of thine (fl) |
119 |
4 |
| When wild war's deadly blast was blown (fl) |
119-121 |
8 |
| When first you courted me (fl) |
121-122 |
2 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
122 |
4 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I've shaded for you (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Wilt thou say farewell, love, and from Rosa part (fl) |
125-126 |
3 |
| I saw thy form in youthful prime (fl) |
126-127 |
3 |
| Time I've lost in wooing, The (fl) |
127-128 |
3 |
| Rich and rare were the gems she wore (fl) |
128 |
4 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
129 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
129-130 |
2 |
| Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
130-131 |
2 |
| Adieu! a heart warm, fond adieu! (fl) |
131-132 |
4 |
| O my love's like the red, red rose (fl) |
132 |
2 |
| Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke (fl) |
133-134 |
4 |
| Come let me take thee to my heart (fl) |
134-135 |
2 |
| Oh! where's the slave, so lowly (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| One bumper at parting--though many (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| When first I met thee, warm and young (fl) |
137-138 |
4 |
| There's naught but care on evry han' (fl) |
138-139 |
5 |
| Dear harp of my country! in darkness I found thee (fl) |
139-130 |
2 |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot (fl) |
140-141 |
5 |
| Fair Sally once the village pride (fl) |
141-142 |
3 |
| Since sounding drums and rising war (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| When the black-lettered list to the go[ds] was presented (fl) |
143-145 |
9 |
| Fairest maid on Devon banks (fl) |
145 |
2 |
| What's this dull town to me (fl) |
146 |
3 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| O Nancy, wilt thou go with me (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| There's cauld kail in Aberdeen (fl) |
148-149 |
5 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
149-150 |
4 |
| What the bee is to the floweret (fl) |
151 |
4 |
| At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly (fl) |
151-152 |
2 |
| Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon (fl) |
152-153 |
2 |
| Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns (fl) |
153-154 |
2 |
| Like the bright lamp, that lay in Kildare's holy shrine (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| Through Erin's Isle (fl) |
155-156 |
2 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
156-157 |
3 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
157-158 |
3 |
| This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes (fl) |
158-159 |
2 |
| Oh! doubt me not -- the season (fl) |
159-160 |
2 |
| Weep on, weep on, your hour is past (fl) |
160 |
3 |
| Here we dwell in holiest bowers (fl) |
161 |
3 |
| No, not more welcome the fairy numbers (fl) |
162 |
2 |
| Away with melancholy (fl) |
162-163 |
6 |
| Come let us prepare (fl) |
163-164 |
6 |
| Faintly as tolls the ev'ning chime (fl) |
164-165 |
3 |
| When Bibo went down to the regions below (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| To Liberty's enraptur'd sight (fl) |
166-167 |
3 |
| O'er the bosom of Erie, in fanciful pride (fl) |
166-167 |
5 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
168-169 |
2 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
169-170 |
4 |
| It is not that my lot is low (fl) |
170 |
4 |
| Oak of our Fathers, to Freedom was dear, The (fl) |
171-172 |
3 |
| I'd mourn the hopes that leave me (fl) |
172-173 |
4 |
| Oh! weep not sweet maid, nor let sorrow oppress thee (fl) |
173 |
2 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
173-174 |
3 |
| Shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain, The (fl) |
174 |
2 |
| Young May moon is beaming, Love, The (fl) |
174 |
2 |
| Oh! weep for the hour (fl) |
175-176 |
4 |
| Lassie wi' the lint-white locks (fl) |
176-177 |
4 |
| I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining (fl) |
177-178 |
4 |
| Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own (fl) |
178-179 |
2 |
| Young love flew to the Paphian bow'r (fl) |
179-180 |
2 |
| Lesbia hath a beaming eye (fl) |
180-181 |
3 |
| Wafted by the breeze to shore (fl) |
181-182 |
6 |
| Merrily ev'ry bosom boundeth, merrily oh! merrily oh! (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| Friend of my soul, this goblet sip (fl) |
183 |
2 |
| Like the frail bark tost in the foamy deep (fl) |
183-184 |
2 |
| Our bugles had sung for the night cloud had lower'd (fl) |
184-185 |
3 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
185 |
2 |
| On a bank of flow'rs, in a summer's day (fl) |
186 |
4 |