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Page |
Verses |
| Storm that rends the winter's sky, The (fl) |
3 |
2 |
| Lofty pine that lifts its form, The (fl) |
4 |
3 |
| Landlady of France she loved an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
4-5 |
4 |
| Tell, soldier, tell! and mark, you tell me truly (fl) |
5-6 |
10 |
| Who are you? The Ghost of Grim (fl) |
7-8 |
2 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
8-9 |
5 |
| Once, tir'd of life, I took a wife (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| You've heard of Nykey Numskull of Yorkshire, I'll be sworn (fl) |
10-11 |
11 |
| Adown a green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| [Oh!] have you not heard of a story (fl) |
12-15 |
9 |
| Playhouse of Liquor, 'tis found, A (fl) |
15-16 |
4 |
| There was a merry widow, and she was very fat (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| To her daughter t'other day (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Young man came, I'll not tell where, A (fl) |
18 |
4 |
| When first a little Smouchy, no higher than as that (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Scholar one time, tho' I can't tell you when (fl) |
20-22 |
5 |
| When I chang'd my smock-frock for a jacket of blue (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| I've often been where poets say (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| When Charley did his love confess (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| There were two Tom cats on a wall (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| Humanity's soft gentle hands (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Young Allan rode across the green heath (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| Ask'st thou how long my love shall stay (fl) |
28 |
2 |
| Ladies how d'ye do? (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Bonny Charley, hie thee frae' ane (fl) |
29-30 |
2 |
| Dearest girl, I long have lov'd you (fl) |
30-31 |
7 |
| Village hinds were hush'd to sleep, The (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| I sing of Mrs. Ruggins, The fairest of the fair (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Traveller stopt at a widow's gate, A (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Young Humphrey liv'd in Drury Lane (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| When I was a lad, I had cause to be sad (fl) |
35-37 |
9 |
| Miss Wigley her lovers called first of the fair (fl) |
37-38 |
8 |
| Young Bobby was as blithe a youth (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| In Windemere Vale a rose there once flourish'd (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| Around the face of blue-ey'd Sue (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| William and Jonathan came to town together (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| One morning, o'er the meadow green (fl) |
43-44 |
2 |
| My bonny braw lad has forsaken the plain (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| Jack and I were both messmates a long time at sea (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| Old Nathan to his wife did say (fl) |
46 |
4 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry That lov'd fair Dublin's Kate (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| There's something in kissing, I cannot tell why (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| Here's the bow'r she lov'd so much (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| I've seen the day, when warriors bold (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Sir Go-to-bed Ninny, a wooing would go (fl) |
50 |
4 |
| At Mecca, where Mahomet swings in the air (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| 'Twas a keen frosty morn, and the snow heavy falling (fl) |
52-53 |
6 |
| Young Johhn [Mac Clean, loved Jenny Mac Grigger] (fl) |
53-54 |
2 |
| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
54-55 |
5 |
| At the front of a cottage, with woodbine grown o'er (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| Light on Marmion's visage spread, A (fl) |
57-58 |
1 |
| To a village that skirted the sea (fl) |
58-59 |
5 |
| I'm a tough, true-hearted sailor (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| True-hearted was he, the swain of the Yarrow (fl) |
60-61 |
4 |
| His Worship, Justice Gander, sworn newly of the peace (fl) |
61-63 |
5 |
| Why should man at fate repining (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| Cobler I am, and my name is Dick Awl, A (fl) |
64-65 |
7 |
| Paddy Shannon, high mounted on his trotting little poney (fl) |
66-67 |
4 |
| Spruce Mr. Clark, The (fl) |
67-68 |
5 |
| Will Putty was a glazier bold (fl) |
68-69 |
8 |
| My Massa be lord of the Black Castle here (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| Then Billy Le Maitre, of Monument Yard (fl) |
70-71 |
8 |
| Little old woman was taken ill, A (fl) |
72-73 |
5 |
| Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl) |
73-74 |
6 |
| Distant trumpet calls me, The (fl) |
74-75 |
2 |
| I love, and am belov'd again (fl) |
75 |
1 |
| Lawyer Gruftykotz of our town (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| Heigho! said a maid, as she sat at a gate (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Miss Margery Muggins she was a fair maid (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
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79-80 |
4 |
| Mr. Cook, he kept an eating house (fl) |
80-81 |
5 |
| Old Neptune's sons, a hardy race (fl) |
81-83 |
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83-85 |
7 |
| At the Baron of Mow'bray's gate was seen (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| Day was clos'd, the moon shone bright, The (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| When sable night, esch drooping plant restoring (fl) |
86-87 |
1 |
| How oft, Louisa, hast thou said (fl) |
87-88 |
2 |
| Oh! the days when I was young (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| Hero's life I sing, A (fl) |
89-91 |
9 |
| Maiden sure there was, she was ugly, old, and tough, A (fl) |
91-93 |
5 |
| Oh! when I was christen'd 'twas a fair day (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| One April morn, while dew-drops hung (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| In Yorkshire I wur born and bred (fl) |
95-96 |
5 |
| Matchless is the girl I love (fl) |
96-97 |
2 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
97 |
2 |
| Simple country milkmaid, I came to town to hire, A (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| 'And where are you going,' he said'pretty maid?' (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| Will cheerly was a sailor bold (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| There was a gay man-milliner, his name was Timmy Twist (fl) |
101-102 |
6 |
| When first I was married to Katty O'Connor (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
104-105 |
2 |
| Luck in life, or good or bad (fl) |
105-106 |
3 |
| When Johnny Gubbins courted me, no girl so pleas'd as I (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| Oh! hie thee, Fitz-Allan, hie, hie thee away (fl) |
107 |
2 |
| Sir Jerry Go-Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| She sang of past joys, did the maiden of Erin (fl) |
109-110 |
5 |
| Maiden lov'd a sailor, his name was fickle Will (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Love is a little darling boy (fl) |
112 |
3 |
| Little boy, a Savoyard, A (fl) |
112-113 |
3 |
| O say, what is that thing call'd light (fl) |
113-114 |
5 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| What are the joys of white man here? (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| One night the north wind loud did blow (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| In our cottage that peeps from the skirts of the wood (fl) |
117-118 |
3 |
| Did you ne'er hear a tale, how a youth in the vale (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Mrs. Bridget lov'd a man, yet all cruel was he (fl) |
119-120 |
4 |
| When to my pretty Poll I went (fl) |
120-122 |
4 |
| Oh! ye lads and ye laddesses gay (fl) |
122-123 |
7 |
| Comfort, damsel, why that sigh? (fl) |
124 |
3 |
| Come bustle, neighbor Prig (fl) |
124-126 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the beach, as sailors tell (fl) |
126-127 |
3 |
| O Lord! what a terrible fright I am in! (fl) |
127 |
3 |
| You may talk of sweet passion, and wishing, and wooing (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
129-130 |
3 |
| Young Roger is a bonny lad (fl) |
130-131 |
3 |
| Said a pot of strong beer (fl) |
131-132 |
3 |
| Sun of affluence gaily smil'd, The (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| One negro come from Guinea land (fl) |
133-134 |
4 |
| There was an Irish lad (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Mister Po was a man of great riches and fame (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| Sure a woman's to be pitied (fl) |
137 |
3 |
| When Phoebus' rays no more appear (fl) |
138 |
2 |
| Baron Donder-Dronk-Dickdorf said, one summer's day (fl) |
138-140 |
4 |
| To Mary's sad story, give ear, gentle stranger (fl) |
140 |
4 |
| If my own botheration don't alter my plan (fl) |
141-142 |
5 |
| Of all the girls both far and near (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| Poor Gawkey Shanks here born and bred (fl) |
143-145 |
6 |
| When Robin dress'd out in his holyday clothes (fl) |
145 |
2 |
| At Cork liv'd Miss Molly O'rigge (fl) |
146 |
4 |
| Beneath a tower a pilgrim stray'd (fl) |
147 |
3 |
| Well, here am I to tell (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| Mr. Spriggs the grocer married Miss Revel (fl) |
149 |
9 |
| Cobler liv'd at York, A (fl) |
150 |
3 |
| Mr. Fog he conducted a chandlers shop (fl) |
150-151 |
3 |
| Four-and-twenty Barbers sat 'em down to dine (fl) |
151-156 |
9 |
| In a Post-Office bred, what a life I sure led (fl) |
156-158 |
2 |
| Kilkenny is a charming place, as any town in Shamrockshire (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| What can woman poor thing do (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| Chieftain to the highlands bound, cries "Baotman do not tarry!" (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| Wreaths for the Chieftain we honor! who planted (fl) |
161-162 |
3 |
| Come, none of your nonsense, I'm not to be had (fl) |
163-164 |
8 |
| Sun had gone down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
164-165 |
3 |
| 'Tis the last rose of Summer left blooming alone (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over, blythe Damon a wooing came (fl) |
166-167 |
4 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
168 |
2 |
| Wilt thou say farewell, love, and from Rosa part (fl) |
168-169 |
3 |
| Claudine liv'd contented, and peace was her lot (fl) |
169-170 |
2 |
| 'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl) |
170-172 |
5 |
| What is love? why but a name (fl) |
173 |
3 |
| Is there a heart that never lov'd (fl) |
174 |
2 |
| When first I saw Flora, so sprightly and blooming (fl) |
174-175 |
3 |
| Knight with a gay and gallant mien, A (fl) |
175-176 |
3 |
| Tell me ye maidens, have you seen (fl) |
176-177 |
4 |
| Returning from the fair one eve (fl) |
177-178 |
3 |
| When I was a pert little Miss in my teens (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| To Liberty's enraptur'd sight (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
180-181 |
5 |
| Oh! slumber my darling (fl) |
181-182 |
2 |
| Coo and the crow to roost are gone, The (fl) |
182-183 |
3 |
| I married a wife, who cares says I (fl) |
183-184 |
4 |
| John tripp'd up stairs by night (fl) |
185 |
3 |
| I'm a most singular Gem'man (fl) |
185-186 |
3 |
| My father was once a great Marchant (fl) |
186-188 |
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| In April, when primroses paint the plain (fl) |
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| Sad beats the drum upon my aching heart (fl) |
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2 |
| Oh slumber my darling, thy sire is a knight (fl) |
17. App. |
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| Young Roger is a bonny lad (fl) |
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| Wilt thou say farewell love, and from Rosa part? (fl) |
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