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Page |
Verses |
| Sir Jerry Go-Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
6 |
4 |
| Knight was belov'd by a baroness fair, A (fl) |
7 |
4 |
| Since then I 'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
7-8 |
2 |
| Hail! to the chief, who in triumph advances (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| 'Twas at the town of neat Clogheen (fl) |
9-[10] |
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| [At morning dawn the hunters rise] (fl) |
11 |
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| [See from Ocean rising] (fl) |
12 |
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| [There not in the wide world a race] (fl) |
13 |
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| [Thimble's scolding wife lay dead] (fl) |
13-14 |
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| O! Thimble's wife death's clipp'd the thread (fl) |
14 |
1 |
| Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
15-16 |
5 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
16-18 |
7 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness, hear [sic] (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Oh! there is not in the wide world a race that can beat us (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Och! long life to the girls who revive without bother (fl) |
20-21 |
4 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| Where shall the lover rest (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| High fill the bowl, and round it twine (fl) |
23-24 |
5 |
| Life let us cherish, while the taper glows (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| Young Jemmy's ganging after me (fl) |
26-27 |
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| O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Spruce Mr. Clark, The (fl) |
29-39 |
5 |
| When Britain saw her sons were brave (fl) |
30-33 |
14 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Fashion's all fiddle-de-dee (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| While I hang on your bosom distracted to lose you (fl) |
36 |
4 |
| When pensive I thought of my love (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Attention pray give. while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
37-38 |
7 |
| One moonshiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
38-40 |
7 |
| To Anacreon in Heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
40-42 |
6 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
43 |
4 |
| Oh, had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| As soon as I got married, a happy man to be (fl) |
45-46 |
7 |
| Wake, maid of Lorn! the moments fly (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| 'Twas autumn, and round me the leaves were descending (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| O'er the bosom of Erie, in fanciful pride (fl) |
52-53 |
5 |
| I married a wife, "who cares" says I (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
55 |
4 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
55-57 |
5 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
57 |
2 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
58 |
2 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
60 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| When gen'rous wine expands the soul (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| Jolly shoemaker , John Hobbs, John Hobbs, A (fl) |
62-63 |
5 |
| Come, come bonny lassie, cried Sandy awa (fl) |
63-64 |
6 |
| Hallow'd the birth day of liberty's nation (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
65-66 |
8 |
| There was an ancient fair, oh she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
67-68 |
5 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
68 |
4 |
| Hail Liberty supreme delight (fl) |
69 |
5 |
| I've liv'd a life of some few years (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| On the banks of the Schuylkill so pleasant and gay (fl) |
71 |
7 |
| Ye seamen of Columbia (fl) |
72 |
4 |