| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brighten'd (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Adieu, a heart-warm fond adieu (fl) |
6-8 |
5 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
8-9 |
3 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
9 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
10 |
2 |
| Ah! where can fly my souls' true love? [sic] (fl) |
10-11 |
2 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
11 |
2 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| Our country is our ship, d' ye see (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| Faint and wearliy the way worn-traveller (fl) |
14 |
2 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
16-17 |
5 |
| O! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light (fl) |
18-20 |
4 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you (fl) |
20 |
4 |
| 'Twas in the ev'ning of a wintry day (fl) |
21 |
6 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought (fl) |
22-25 |
9 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
25-27 |
4 |
| Ods blood! what a time for a sailor to skulk (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
28-29 |
2 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
29 |
2 |
| Begone dull care, I pray thee begone from me (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| Come, strike the bold anthems, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Oft on the troubled ocean's face (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
34-35 |
2 |
| Hail! to the chief who in triumph advances (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Hail, Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Where Hudson's murmuring billows (fl) |
37-39 |
5 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Hail! Pernambuco, ever hail! (fl) |
42-43 |
5 |
| 'Tis pleasant, when the world is still (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| Faintly as tolls the ev'ning chime (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| And did I upbraid you my love? (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Hail to the day which arises in splendour (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| 'Twas at night when the bell had toll'd twelve (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Gloomy night is gathering fast, The (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| For ever remember'd be the gallant story (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| 'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly (fl) |
54-56 |
5 |
| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Heath this night must be my bed, The (fl) |
57-58 |
6 |
| Our bugles sung true, for the night cloud had lower'd (fl) |
58-59 |
6 |
| Land of my fathers! Freedom's Field (fl) |
59-60 |
5 |
| Mason's daughter, fair and young, A (fl) |
60-61 |
4 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
63-65 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
65-66 |
8 |
| Ma chere ami, my charming fair (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Battle was ended, whose direful commotion, The (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Ye banks, and braes, and streams around (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Take back the sigh, thy lips of art (fl) |
72 |
3 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
73-75 |
5 |
| O Sandy! why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn? (fl) |
75 |
4 |
| When cheerful day began to dawn (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| Suppliant departed, while gratitude's tear, The (fl) |
76-77 |
5 |
| Hail Friendship, dear soother of sorrow (fl) |
77-78 |
6 |
| Let Fame sound the trumpet, and cry to the war (fl) |
78-79 |
2 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| Landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| Ye sons of free Columbia, whose fathers dared the waves (fl) |
81-83 |
6 |
| Have you not seen the timid tear (fl) |
83-84 |
2 |
| Beam of tranquility smil'd in the west, A (fl) |
84-85 |
7 |
| Where is now the smile, that lighten'd (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, (fl) |
86-88 |
8 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
90 |
4 |
| When sailing with a fav'ring gale (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Goddess of Freedom borne down by oppression, The (fl) |
91-93 |
5 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
93-94 |
2 |
| How sweet on the mountains, when heath-bells are glowing (fl) |
94-95 |
2 |
| Say whence these sounds that please mine ear? (fl) |
95-96 |
7 |