| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
6 |
2 |
| Far retir'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
6-8 |
5 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
8-9 |
2 |
| To a shady retreat fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
9 |
2 |
| All in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd (fl) |
9-11 |
8 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
12-13 |
6 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
13-15 |
3 |
| Tho' my eyes, dearest Anna, to others will stray (fl) |
15-16 |
5 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
17-18 |
4 |
| One morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
19-20 |
6 |
| Their groves o' sweet myrtles let foreign lands reckon (fl) |
20-21 |
4 |
| John Anderson, my Joe, John (fl) |
21-23 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
23-25 |
5 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
25-26 |
4 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
26-27 |
6 |
| Drink to her who long (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| My thoughts delight to wander (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
31-32 |
6 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt (fl) |
32-34 |
6 |
| Ah! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Rose had been washed, just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
36-37 |
5 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
37-38 |
2 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
40 |
2 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| Ah, how sweet it is to love! (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Wandered once at break of day (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| Hard is the fate of him who loves (fl) |
43-44 |
6 |
| Like the frail bark, tost in the foamy deep (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| O Nancy, wilt thou go with me (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| Let fame sound the trumpet, and cry, "To the war!" (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Softly blew the easterm breezes (fl) |
48 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
49-50 |
2 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
54-55 |
2 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
55 |
2 |
| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
65-66 |
7 |
| [I've carried arms through lands afar] (fl) |
[68-69] |
|
| My merry gentle people (fl) |
69-70 |
5 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, and the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
70-71 |
6 |
| As Murphy Delancy so funny and frisky (fl) |
71-73 |
4 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| When I was at home, I was merry and frisky (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
75-80 |
12 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Mother were dead and sister were married (fl) |
82-84 |
5 |
| Oh! in Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
84-85 |
4 |
| Feyther put me to the school (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| Adown the green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| One moon shining night, about two in the morning (fl) |
88-91 |
7 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| King Solomon, that wise projector (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| Oh! love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| O the face of brave Captain Megan (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant so jolly (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| Paddy Shannon, high mounted on his trotting little poney (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
100-102 |
10 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
103-105 |
7 |
| I was born at home when my mother was out (fl) |
105-106 |
8 |
| Young Teddy is an Irish lad (fl) |
107 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
108-111 |
8 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brightened (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| O! say can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
117-119 |
4 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling (fl) |
119-121 |
4 |
| Let patriot pride your patriot valour wake (fl) |
121-123 |
4 |
| How blest the life the sailor leads (fl) |
123-125 |
3 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er the ocean are ranging (fl) |
125-129 |
10 |
| To no monarch, no tyrant in robes will we sing (fl) |
129-130 |
4 |
| I'll begin my chronology just at those times, sir (fl) |
130-134 |
8 |
| To Liberty's enraptured sight (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Sons of the deep! ye spirits brave (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| Now coil up your nonsense 'bout England's great navy (fl) |
137-139 |
4 |
| Rejoice, rejoice, Columbia's sons, rejoice! (fl) |
139-142 |
6 |
| When'er the tyrants of the main (fl) |
142-144 |
11 |
| Sound, sound the harsh bugle, arouse from your slumbers (fl) |
145-147 |
8 |
| Backside Albany stan' Lake Champlain (fl) |
148-149 |
4 |
| British long have rul'd the seas, The (fl) |
149-150 |
6 |
| Remember the glories of brave Washington (fl) |
151 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
152-156 |
10 |
| Our country is our ship, d'ye see (fl) |
156-157 |
2 |
| Ye sons of free Columbia (fl) |
157-159 |
6 |
| Come, messmates, cheerly lead the night (fl) |
159-162 |
5 |
| Our country, our fathers---our firesides and lives (fl) |
162-163 |
5 |