| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| O say, can you see, [by the dawn's early light] (fl) |
3 |
4 |
| Ye banks and braes, and streams around (fl) |
4 |
4 |
| [Dear sir, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale] (fl) |
4 |
3 |
| [As down on Banna's banks I stray'd] (fl) |
4-5 |
7 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
5 |
2 |
| [Beyond yon hills where Lugar flows] (fl) |
5 |
8 |
| [Dear Erin! how sweetly thy green bosom rises] (fl) |
5 |
4 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean (fl) |
6 |
3 |
| [Saw ye my wee thing?] (fl) |
6 |
10 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
7 |
3 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
7 |
3 |
| How oft has the Benshee cried [sic] (fl) |
7 |
3 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| [Lass of Patie's mill, The] (fl) |
8 |
4 |
| [Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers] (fl) |
8 |
2 |
| Hope told a flatt'ring tale (fl) |
8 |
1 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
9 |
2 |
| [Wilt thou be my dearie] (fl) |
9 |
3 |
| John Anderson, my Jo, John (fl) |
9 |
6 |
| Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
10 |
3 |
| [Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doun] (fl) |
10 |
4 |
| Saw ye nae my Peggy (fl) |
10 |
4 |
| O, ever in my bosom live (fl) |
10-11 |
6 |
| [Of a' the airts the wind can blaw] (fl) |
11 |
6 |
| All in the Downs the fleet [lay] moor'd (fl) |
11-12 |
8 |
| Take back the virgin page (fl) |
12 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| [Wear with me the rosy wreath] (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| [Ah! Dark are the halls where your ancestors revell'd] (fl) |
13 |
2 |
| Shepherds, I have lost my love (fl) |
13 |
4 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
13 |
2 |
| [As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow] (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| Ah! Sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
14 |
5 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
14 |
1 |
| One morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
15 |
6 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
15 |
4 |
| ['Tis believed that this harp, which I wake now for thee] (fl) |
15 |
4 |
| [Ah! sweet were the moments when love vows repeating] (fl) |
16 |
2 |
| Down the burn and through the mead (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| [Oh! think not my spirits are always as light] (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Come live with me, and be my love (fl) |
17 |
6 |
| [Oh! Hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the sweet tear] (fl) |
17 |
3 |
| [From thee Eliza I must, go] (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| Far retir'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
18 |
5 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
18 |
4 |
| [How hard's the fate o' womankind] (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone (fl) |
19 |
5 |
| Drink to her who long (fl) |
19 |
3 |
| [Here's a health to ane I loe dear] (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| [Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt] (fl) |
20 |
6 |
| [Life let us cherish] (fl) |
20-21 |
4 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
21 |
4 |
| O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray (fl) |
21 |
4 |
| My Peggy is a young thing (fl) |
21 |
4 |
| I have a silent sorrow (fl) |
22 |
2 |
| Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers (fl) |
22 |
4 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
22 |
2 |
| When the black-lettered list to the gods was presented (fl) |
23 |
9 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
23 |
4 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes (fl) |
23 |
2 |
| Adieu! a heart warm, fond adieu! (fl) |
24 |
4 |
| Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
24 |
2 |
| Come let me take thee to my heart (fl) |
24 |
2 |
| Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
24 |
2 |
| O whistle, an' I'll come to you, my lad; (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| Oh! The moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| On Etrick banks, ae summer's night (fl) |
25 |
4 |
| Oh! 'Tis sweet to think that, where'er we rove (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| O Logie of Buchan, O Logie the laird (fl) |
26 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
26 |
5 |
| Last time I came o'er the moor, The (fl) |
27 |
5 |
| [My Eva! see this op'ning rose] (fl) |
27 |
1 |
| [Down in the valley the sun setting clearly] (fl) |
27 |
3 |
| Oh! Why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray (fl) |
28 |
6 |
| [Sweet Annie fra the Sea Beach came] (fl) |
28 |
4 |
| Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
28 |
5 |
| Shall I, wasting in despair (fl) |
29 |
5 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
29 |
3 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
29 |
4 |
| To thy green fields, sweet [Erin] (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping ubder the billow (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| [Soft as yon silver ray, that sleeps] (fl) |
30 |
4 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| [Silent, oh Music!] (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue (fl) |
31 |
4 |
| Says Plato, why should [man be vain?] (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| [While gazing on the moon's light] (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| [When thro' life unblest we rove] (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| Adieu to the village delights (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| [Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The] (fl) |
32 |
4 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| Oh, take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
33 |
4 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
33 |
2 |
| When gloomy night had taken flight (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
34 |
1 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| Oh! weep for the hour (fl) |
35 |
4 |
| I'd mourn the hopes that leave me (fl) |
35 |
4 |
| Young May moon is beaming, Love, The (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| Take, oh take those lips away (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| Lesbia hath a beaming eye (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| Lassie wi' the lint-white locks (fl) |
36 |
4 |
| I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining (fl) |
36 |
4 |
| When Sappho tuned the raptur'd strain (fl) |
37 |
4 |
| [When first I saw my Mary's face] (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| [Beam on the streamlet was playing, The] (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| [Rose-bud by my early walk, A] [sic] (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
38 |
4 |
| [When in death I shall calm recline] (fl) |
38 |
3 |
| [When first I ken'd young Sandy's face] (fl) |
38 |
5 |
| [Goodnight and joy be wi' ye a'] (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| There was a lass and she was fair (fl) |
39 |
6 |
| [We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast] (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| When wild war's deadly blast was blown, (fl) |
40 |
8 |
| [There's not a look, a word of thine] (fl) |
40 |
4 |
| Adieu my lov'd harp, for no more shall the vale (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| I'm wearing awa', Jean (fl) |
41 |
6 |
| O this is no my ain lassie (fl) |
41 |
4 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
41 |
4 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
42 |
3 |
| [There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet] (fl) |
42 |
4 |
| Go,. Edmund, join the martial throng, (fl) |
42 |
3 |
| Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure (fl) |
42 |
3 |
| Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail [sic] (fl) |
43 |
4 |
| [Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour] (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| [Rich and rare were the gems she wore] (fl) |
44 |
4 |
| Time I've lost in wooing, The (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| [Wilt thou say farewell, love, and from Zelinda part] (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| [Will you come to the bower I've shaded for you] (fl) |
44 |
4 |
| I saw thy form in youthful prime (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| When first you courted me (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| Night clos'd around the conqueror's way (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| [At dawn I rose with jocund glee] (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| One bumper at parting! -- though many (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| [O Nancy, wilt thou go with me] (fl) |
46 |
4 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
46 |
4 |
| Dear harp of my country! In darkness I found thee (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| [Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke] (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| Fairest maid on Devon banks [sic] (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| There's cauld kail in Aberdeen (fl) |
48 |
5 |
| [When first I met thee, warm and young] (fl) |
48 |
4 |
| My love's like the red, red rose (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot (fl) |
49 |
5 |
| [Oh! where's the slave, so lowly] (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| [There's naught but care on evry han' [sic]] (fl) |
49 |
5 |
| [Oh! doubt me not -- the season] (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| [Like the bright lamp, that lay in Kildare's holy shrine] (fl) |
50 |
3 |
| [This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes] (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| Through Erin's Isle (fl) |
51 |
2 |
| At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly (fl) |
51 |
2 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when [beauty bright] (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| Powers celestial, whose protection (fl) |
51 |
2 |
| When Bibo went down to the regions below (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| [Oak of our Fathers, to Freedom was dear, The] (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| [To Liberty's enraptured sight] (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| O'er the bosom of Erie, in fanciful pride (fl) |
53 |
5 |
| [Tom Starboard was a lover true] (fl) |
53 |
4 |
| Come let us prepare (fl) |
53 |
6 |
| [It is not that my lot is low] (fl) |
54 |
4 |
| [Wafted by the breeze to shore] (fl) |
54 |
6 |
| [Here we dwell, in holiest bowers] (fl) |
54 |
3 |
| Faintly as tolls. the ev'ning chime (fl) |
54 |
3 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| [Our bugles had sung for the night cloud had lower'd] (fl) |
55 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
55 |
2 |
| [No, not more welcome the fairy numbers] (fl) |
55 |
2 |
| [Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon] (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| [Shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain, The] (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| [Merrily every bosom boundeth, merrily oh! merrily oh!] (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| [Oh! weep not sweet maid] (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| Since sounding drums, and rising war (fl) |
57 |
3 |
| [Weep on, weep on, your hour is past] (fl) |
57 |
3 |
| [On a bank of flowers, in a summer day] (fl) |
57 |
4 |
| Like the frail bark tost in the foamy deep (fl) |
57 |
2 |
| [Here's the bow'r she loved so much] (fl) |
58 |
2 |
| [Away with melancholy] (fl) |
58 |
6 |
| [What the bee is to the floweret] (fl) |
58 |
4 |
| [From the white blossom'd sloe, My dear Chloe requested] (fl) |
58 |
1 |
| [Friend of my soul, this goblet sip] (fl) |
58 |
2 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
59 |
3 |
| Young love flew to the Paphian bow'r (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| What's this dull town to me, Robin's not here (fl) |
59 |
3 |
| [Harp that once through Tarra's halls, The] [sic] (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
59 |
3 |
| [Fair Sally, once the village pride] (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| [We bipeds made up of frail clay] (fl) |
60 |
4 |
| Of the ancients is't speaking my soul you'd be after (fl) |
60 |
5 |
| ['Twas at the town of neat Clogheen] (fl) |
61 |
4 |
| [There was an Irish lad, Who lov'd a cloister'd nun] (fl) |
61 |
3 |
| Diogenes surly and proud (fl) |
62 |
7 |
| Now we are freed from college rules (fl) |
62 |
7 |
| [It was Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky] (fl) |
63 |
4 |
| Arrah Peggy's my fancy (fl) |
63 |
6 |
| From the county of Cork, you see I lately came (fl) |
64 |
9 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
64-65 |
8 |
| What shall we have for supper Mrs. Bond [sic] (fl) |
65 |
|
| Oh whack! Cupid's marn'kin [sic] (fl) |
65 |
2 |
| My name is Donald M'Donald (fl) |
66 |
6 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
66 |
3 |
| Sweet sir, for your courtesie (fl) |
66-67 |
6 |
| [Here are catches, songs and glees] (fl) |
67 |
6 |
| Wha wad na be in love (fl) |
67 |
5 |
| [Oh! The boys of Kilkenny are nate roaring blades] (fl) |
68 |
4 |
| Major M'Pherson heav'd a sigh (fl) |
68 |
4 |
| Spruce Mister Clark, The (fl) |
68 |
5 |
| Landlady of France she loved an officer, A (fl) |
69 |
4 |
| [To a woodman's hut there came one day] (fl) |
69 |
4 |
| O the face of brave Captain Megan (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| I am a friar of order grey (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| [Turban'd Turk, who scorns the world, The] (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
70 |
4 |
| Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown (fl) |
70 |
5 |
| When first from Kilkenny, as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| If you'd travel the wide world over (fl) |
71 |
4 |
| Yea, I fell in the pit of love (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whisky (fl) |
72 |
6 |
| I'm a Jew you may tell by my peard and my progue Taral, &c. (fl) |
72 |
5 |
| [Dear Kathleen, you no doubt] (fl) |
72 |
3 |
| [When I took my departure from Dublin sweet town] (fl) |
73 |
6 |
| ['Tis truth in my youth I was frisky and gay] (fl) |
73 |
2 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
74-75 |
10 |
| [Boys, when I play, cry, oh! Crimin] (fl) |
75 |
3 |
| Jolly shoemaker , John Hobbs, John Hobbs, A (fl) |
76 |
5 |
| [When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice] (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| Irish lad's a jolly boy, An (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Ye lads and ye lasses so boxom and clever (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| [Throughout my life the girls I've pleas'd] (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| Jolly fat parson lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
78 |
3 |
| There was once it is said (fl) |
78-79 |
19 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
79 |
10 |
| One moon shiney night, about two in the morning (fl) |
80 |
7 |
| I've carried arms thro' lands afar (fl) |
80-81 |
5 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
81 |
5 |
| When I was near manhood I grew sick of home (fl) |
82-83 |
14 |
| Amo amas, I love by the mass (fl) |
83 |
5 |
| Love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
83 |
4 |
| When first Miss Kitty came to town (fl) |
84 |
|
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
84 |
10 |
| Mother was dead and sister was married (fl) |
85-86 |
5 |
| Assist me ye lads, who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
85 |
5 |
| Come listen! I sing to the lovers of fun (fl) |
86 |
10 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plans (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| Your pardon kind gentlefolk pray (fl) |
87 |
7 |
| Without the help of a gamut, note, demi-semiquaver, or minim (fl) |
88 |
6 |
| When I was at home, I was merry and frisky (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| Willie Wastle dwelt on Tweed (fl) |
89 |
4 |
| That the world it goes round by arithmetic rules (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| At Symond's Inn I sip my tea (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| You know I'm your priest, and your conscience is mine (fl) |
90 |
5 |
| In a nate little cabin not far from Kilkenny (fl) |
90 |
2 |
| At Wapping I landed, and call'd to hail Mog (fl) |
90-91 |
5 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| There was an ancient fair, oh she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
91 |
5 |
| When talking of bulls, only mention our forefathers (fl) |
92 |
4 |
| Och, I sing of a wedding, and that at Dunleary (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
92-93 |
5 |
| When first I was married to Kitty O'Connor (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| There was Cormac O'Con (fl) |
93 |
5 |
| When I was a lad in the land of Kilkenney (fl) |
94 |
4 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
94 |
4 |
| There went three kings into the east (fl) |
94-95 |
15 |
| Two real tars whom duty call'd (fl) |
95 |
4 |
| My love she's but a lassie yet (fl) |
95 |
2 |
| In good king Charles's golden days (fl) |
96 |
7 |
| Oh! light is the heart, ever jocund and gay (fl) |
96 |
3 |
| Flow, thou regal purple stream (fl) |
96 |
1 |
| On Ireland's ground seat of true hospitality (fl) |
97 |
4 |
| Oh! come on some cold rainy day (fl) |
97 |
4 |
| As close to the sturdy sole (fl) |
97 |
2 |
| Arrah, honies, my dear (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| Ods-blood! what a time for seamen to skulk (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| When the fancy-stirring bowl (fl) |
99 |
4 |
| Kathelin sat all alone (fl) |
99 |
3 |
| Gad-A-Mercy! devil's in me (fl) |
99 |
1 |
| Such beauties as you I--- (fl) |
100 |
2 |
| Dame Nature one day in a comical mood (fl) |
100 |
3 |
| In Chester town a man there dwelt (fl) |
101 |
4 |
| Monsieur grown sick of fricasee (fl) |
101 |
6 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
102 |
4 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring cheer (fl) |
102 |
6 |
| George Barnwell stood at the shop door (fl) |
102-103 |
7 |
| Fill to the brave who contend in the field (fl) |
103 |
5 |
| O charming Dolly, fat and sleek (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| By the side of a murmuring stream (fl) |
104 |
6 |
| You may talk of a brogue and of Ireland, sweet nation (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| I was born once at home when my [mother] was out (fl) |
104-105 |
8 |
| Woman is like to---but stay--- (fl) |
105 |
6 |
| Billy Tailyer, a brisk young sailyer (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| Begone, dull care, I pr'ythee begone from me (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| Had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| Ize a Yorkshire man just come to town (fl) |
106-107 |
7 |
| Oh! woman they say was created one day (fl) |
107 |
3 |
| Few years ago, in the days of my grannam, A (fl) |
107 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
108 |
6 |
| O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut (fl) |
108 |
4 |
| 'Twas business requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
109 |
4 |
| My merry gentle people (fl) |
109 |
5 |
| Youth took a wife, A (fl) |
110 |
3 |
| Your mountain sack, your Froninac (fl) |
110 |
5 |
| Arrah Tippo, your highness, give over your fun (fl) |
110-111 |
4 |
| Come haste to the wedding ye friends and ye neighbours (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| Mrs. Waddle was a widow, and she made no little gain (fl) |
111 |
5 |
| I married a wife "who cares" says I (fl) |
112 |
4 |
| I was call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town (fl) |
112 |
3 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
113 |
7 |
| Glass is good and a lass is good, A (fl) |
113 |
5 |
| Love in little maidens heart (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| There liv'd a man in Baleno crazy [sic] (fl) |
114 |
4 |
| Did you ever hear of captain Wattle? (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
114-115 |
5 |
| In a neighbourly way, with an honest man's fame (fl) |
115 |
9 |
| Wit, Love, and Reputation walk'd (fl) |
115 |
5 |
| Old Homer nodded long ago (fl) |
116 |
8 |
| Old Homer! but with him what have we to do [sic] (fl) |
116-117 |
10 |
| Tho' with Puffs daily papers are cram'd, sir (fl) |
117 |
5 |
| While people call'd poets, in blank verse or rhime (fl) |
117 |
6 |
| There is one thing, my friends, I must offer to you (fl) |
118 |
10 |
| It was as one morning on Ida Jove shone [sic] (fl) |
118-119 |
8 |
| Come bustle, bustle, drink about (fl) |
119 |
7 |
| British lion is my sign, The (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| Circe, was a precious piece (fl) |
120 |
5 |
| Some have travers'd the fathomless ocean (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Shew me a lawyer refusing a good fee (fl) |
120 |
2 |
| Story, or song, you have left to my choice, A (fl) |
121 |
11 |
| In Londres I vas taylor nice (fl) |
121 |
4 |
| [White Winter has left us, with all its chill train] (fl) |
122 |
9 |
| Keep your distance, quoth king, who in lead coffin lay (fl) |
122-123 |
10 |
| Blythe ha'e I been on yon hill (fl) |
123 |
2 |
| Cupid sent a message one evening by Venus (fl) |
123 |
7 |
| [O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west] (fl) |
124 |
8 |
| Tho' a cobler is call'd but a low occupation (fl) |
124-125 |
10 |
| See the pall-supporting bearers (fl) |
125 |
5 |
| Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair (fl) |
125 |
4 |
| Ah, how sweet it is to love (fl) |
126 |
4 |
| Push about the brisk bowl, 'twill enliven the heart (fl) |
126 |
7 |
| Behold on the brow the leaves play in the breeze (fl) |
126-127 |
8 |
| I'll strive to sing something, yet wou'd not do wrong (fl) |
127 |
8 |
| Oh! had I Allan Ramsay's art (fl) |
127 |
4 |
| Fond father's bliss is to number his race, A (fl) |
128 |
2 |
| Songs of shepherds, in rustical roundelay (fl) |
128 |
7 |
| [Ye bibbers who sip limpid Helicon's rill] (fl) |
128-129 |
9 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
129 |
3 |
| Will ye gang o'er the lee rig (fl) |
129 |
5 |
| One evening, good humour took wit as his guest (fl) |
130 |
8 |
| O Love will venture in, where it dare na weel be seen (fl) |
130 |
6 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
131 |
2 |
| How weak is the wisdom of man (fl) |
131 |
6 |
| Sweet sung the lark, high pois'd in air (fl) |
131 |
6 |
| Our reck'nin we've paid, here's to all bon repos (fl) |
132 |
7 |
| Since the world is so odd, and the times are so new (fl) |
132 |
7 |
| Lasses fain wad hae from me, The (fl) |
133 |
4 |
| Highland lad my love was born, A (fl) |
133 |
6 |
| O! send Lewis Gordon hame (fl) |
133 |
4 |
| Loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
134 |
4 |
| Since at last I am free (fl) |
134 |
8 |
| As wa'king forth to view the plain (fl) |
134 |
6 |
| Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes (fl) |
135 |
4 |
| How blythe ilk the morn was I to see (fl) |
135 |
8 |
| Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd (fl) |
135 |
4 |
| When prudence declaims how time passes (fl) |
136 |
3 |
| Bride came out o' the byre, The (fl) |
136 |
6 |
| In winter when the rain rain'd cauld (fl) |
136-137 |
7 |
| O lassie art thou sleeping yet (fl) |
137 |
4 |
| Lawland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
137 |
7 |
| Tuneful Lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| Come under my plaidy, the night's gaun to fa' (fl) |
138 |
6 |
| Our chorus to Bacchus, to Bacchus we'll raise (fl) |
139 |
7 |
| It was the charming month of May (fl) |
139 |
2 |
| Say Patie is a lover gay (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| Back side Albany stan' Lake Champlain (fl) |
140 |
4 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
140 |
5 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose (fl) |
140-141 |
4 |
| It is the hour when from the boughs (fl) |
141 |
1 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
141 |
4 |
| Merrily, merrily, bounds the bark (fl) |
141 |
4 |
| Sun has gone down o'er the lofty Benlomand, The (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| Thou'rt gane awa', thou'rt gane awa' (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| I enter thy garden of roses (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness here (fl) |
143 |
2 |
| Ah! love was never yet without (fl) |
143 |
11 |
| Thou art not false, but thou art fickle (fl) |
143 |
4 |
| Since then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
144 |
2 |
| Sleep, thou leaden, lazy god (fl) |
144 |
6 |
| Nae gentle dames, though e'er sae fair (fl) |
144 |
6 |
| When I rov'd, a young highlander, o'er the dark heath (fl) |
145 |
6 |
| Young Jockey call'd me his delight (fl) |
145 |
3 |
| Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells (fl) |
146 |
4 |
| Light are the hearts of the gay sons of Erin (fl) |
146 |
4 |
| He was fam'd for deeds of arms (fl) |
147 |
3 |
| Come hither, come hither---by night and by day (fl) |
147 |
4 |
| Mr. Borne and his wife (fl) |
147 |
4 |
| I saw thee weep---the big bright tear (fl) |
148 |
2 |
| Sir Jerry go Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
148 |
4 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling (fl) |
148-149 |
4 |
| Fly to the desert, fly with me (fl) |
149 |
11 |
| When coldness wraps this suffering clay (fl) |
149 |
4 |
| O tell me not that wine will sooth (fl) |
150 |
4 |
| We sat down and wept by the waters (fl) |
150 |
3 |
| Thy days are done, thy fame begun (fl) |
150 |
3 |
| Strike! strike! the chord, raise! raise! the strain (fl) |
150-151 |
4 |
| Faint and wearliy the way worn traveller (fl) |
151 |
2 |
| Wits were wont in ancient times, The (fl) |
151 |
5 |
| Jemmy O'Kane, and Pat Mac Hone were friends (fl) |
151-152 |
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