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Page |
Verses |
| When first unto Matildaville (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| O! how sweet's the return of a day that's so dear (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| While the scenes of the Town, fame, grandeur and wealth (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| When first with weary steps and slow (fl) |
7 |
3 |
| Thy true love hears thy lay (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| O! could I press thee in my arms (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| Ah! why does silent sorrow find (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| While ev'ry swain is trying (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| When love that dear deceiver (fl) |
13-14 |
2 |
| Fair Isabella won my heart (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Tear that trembles in thine eye, The (fl) |
15-16 |
5 |
| Hast thou lov'd me then so dearly (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Be still my fond heart thy delusions must end (fl) |
18 |
3 |
| O! could I Read those eyes of thine (fl) |
19 |
3 |
| I love to gaze on thy dear face (fl) |
20 |
2 |
| What, alas! is life below (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| While Europe groans with war's alarms (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Music lend thy pleasing aid (fl) |
23-25 |
9 |
| Hail infant year approach and see (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| This was the day, the fourth of July (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| Rouse! ye sons of liberty (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| While tyrants on the land, and robbers on the ocean (fl) |
30-32 |
4 |
| Rouse, rouse, ye brave, ye gallant souls (fl) |
32-34 |
7 |
| To American Blues, who have gallantly drawn (fl) |
35-37 |
7 |
| Ye brave Hussars who nobly stood (fl) |
37-39 |
6 |
| Springfield adieu! thy paths I tread (fl) |
40-41 |
6 |
| On this lov'd day our fathers swore (fl) |
42-43 |
5 |
| From an old soldier will you hear (fl) |
43-46 |
17 |
| Will you march to the field like a brave volunteer (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| Our secret, so says each free Mason (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Ye patriot souls who fair freedom inspires (fl) |
49-51 |
11 |
| O! listen each American (fl) |
52-56 |
8 |
| In seventy-six, and on this day (fl) |
56-60 |
13 |
| Old mother Britain had long thought (fl) |
61-68 |
36 |
| Here in a vile prison a seaman must mourn (fl) |
68-70 |
5 |
| Hark! what groans of heroes dying (fl) |
70-71 |
4 |
| All hail thou dear lovely Lake Erie (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| Hark Columbia loudly cries (fl) |
73-74 |
5 |
| When the bloodhounds of Britain ftom Baltimore dtiven (fl) |
74-78 |
21 |
| Come all ye sons of freedom (fl) |
79-83 |
14 |
| Hail Freedom! Goddes of the wise (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| Gallant Lawrence trod the path, The (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| What Heavenly form is that appears (fl) |
86-91 |
16 |
| O! say sov'reign people, whose voice is the law (fl) |
92 |
4 |
| Young Charlotte Murray, charming fair (fl) |
93 |
6 |
| Come fill up your glasses until they run o'er (fl) |
93-95 |
7 |
| Hast thou a heart then O! beware (fl) |
95 |
3 |
| Thou know'st I fondly love thee (fl) |
96 |
3 |