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Page |
Verses |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| Oh! say, can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
72-74 |
4 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumph has brighten'd (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| Morn unbars the gates of light, The (fl) |
75-76 |
2 |
| Sir Jerry Go-Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| Landlady of France she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
78 |
4 |
| Knight was belov'd by a baroness fair, A (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Since then I 'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
79-80 |
2 |
| Hail! to the chief,, who in triumph advances (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| 'Twas at the town of neat Clogheen (fl) |
81-83 |
4 |
| At morning's dawn, the hunters rise (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| See, from ocean rising, bright flames the orb of day (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| O! Thimble's wife death's clipp'd the thread (fl) |
86 |
1 |
| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
87-88 |
5 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
88 |
4 |
| Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
90-92 |
7 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness, hear (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| Oh! there is not in the wide world a race that can beat us (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| I am a brisk and sprightly lad (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Och! long life to the girls who revive without bother (fl) |
95-96 |
4 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| I've liv'd a life of some few years (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| Where shall the lover rest (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| High fill the bowl, and round it twine (fl) |
99-100 |
5 |
| Life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
101-102 |
6 |
| Young Jemmy's ganging after me (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| Spruce Mr. Clark, The (fl) |
105-106 |
5 |
| When Britain saw her sons were brave (fl) |
106-109 |
14 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| Fashion's all fiddle-de dee (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| While I hang on your bosom distracted to lose you (fl) |
112 |
4 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
112-113 |
2 |
| Attention pray give, while of Hobbies I sing (fl) |
113-114 |
7 |
| One moonshiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
114-116 |
7 |
| To Anacreon in heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
116-118 |
7 |
| Come strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
119 |
4 |
| Oh, had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| As soon as I got married, a happy man to be (fl) |
121-122 |
7 |
| Wake, maid of Lorn! the moments fly (fl) |
122-123 |
2 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
124-125 |
2 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
125 |
3 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| 'Twas autumn, and round me the leaves were descending (fl) |
127-128 |
5 |
| O'er the bosom of Erie, in fanciful pride (fl) |
128-129 |
5 |
| I married a wife, 'who cares,' says I (fl) |
129-130 |
4 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
131 |
4 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
131-132 |
5 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
133 |
2 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
134 |
2 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
136 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| When gen'rous wine expands the soul (fl) |
137-138 |
4 |
| Jolly shoemaker , John Hobbs, John Hobbs, A (fl) |
138-139 |
5 |
| Come, come, bonnie lassie, cried Sandy awa (fl) |
139-140 |
6 |
| Hallow'd the birth day of liberty's nation (fl) |
140-141 |
2 |
| O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
141-142 |
8 |