| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Come, let us joyful spend the night (fl) |
3 |
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| Ye patriots of Columbia (fl) |
4 |
2 |
| Certain Prince Regent, as story records, A (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| When first Infant Liberty dropp'd upon earth (fl) |
6 |
2 |
| When she smiles, Oh, I think of the heaven's warm ray (fl) |
6 |
3 |
| Since a toast you demand, and I can't say you nay (fl) |
7 |
6 |
| Let others breathe the melting sigh (fl) |
8 |
2 |
| Oh! weep for the hour, when to Eveleen's bower (fl) |
8-9 |
2 |
| Now say, jolly comrades, what charm is that same (fl) |
9 |
2 |
| When I gaz'd on a beautiful face (fl) |
10 |
2 |
| Here mark a poor desolate maid (fl) |
10-11 |
2 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Hail to the exile, whose crime was devotion (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
14-15 |
2 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
15 |
2 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
16-17 |
8 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
19 |
2 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
20-21 |
2 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
22 |
4 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
22-23 |
2 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Oh! listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| Safe intwin'd in those arms, just return'd from the battle (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you (fl) |
25 |
4 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Arm, arm, ye brave, and nobly join (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Ah, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
27 |
3 |
| When the mind is in tune, all is harmony round (fl) |
27 |
1 |
| Let patriot pride our patriot triumph wake (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Like the frail Bark, toss'd in the foamy deep (fl) |
29 |
2 |
| When absent from her my soul holds most dear (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| Knight was belov'd by a baroness fair, A (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| I'm a comical fellow, I'll tell you no fib (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| Down by the river there grows a green willow (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Irishman carries his heart in his hand, An (fl) |
33-34 |
6 |
| Ye winds and ye waves, bear my sorrows away (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| Streamlet that flows round her cot, The (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Stay sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| O had I in the clear, but five hundred a year (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| At morning's dawn, the hunters rise (fl) |
38 |
3 |
| Be firm, O Columbians! along the Atlantic (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Katheline sat all alone (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
40-42 |
9 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian half past four (fl) |
44-45 |
6 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship that's under sail (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
47 |
6 |
| When I at my window am gazing (fl) |
48 |
4 |
| Behold! behold! in his soft expressive face (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| Sweet is the Vale where innocence resides (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| O! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| See peace appears like the bright beam of day (fl) |
51 |
5 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| Good night! good night! and is it so? (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| O, fair rose the morning, the sun in mild splendour (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| O young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
54-55 |
8 |
| My heart with love is beating (fl) |
55 |
2 |
| In Windermere vale a rose there once flourish'd (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| O'er the bosom of Erie, in fanciful pride (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| In times so long past, tho' I still am but young (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
58-59 |
6 |
| Cheer up my gallant band (fl) |
59-60 |
6 |
| Hail! Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
61 |
5 |
| Go to my love, enchanting rose (fl) |
62 |
2 |
| I wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Hark! hark! away, hark! away to the Downs (fl) |
63-65 |
6 |
| As I strayed o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
65-66 |
6 |
| How often will proud memory trace (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Oh! give me the glow of affection to cheer me (fl) |
67 |
2 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
68 |
4 |
| When first I told my Rosa I lov'd (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| Summer gale that gently blows, The (fl) |
69-70 |
5 |
| Merrily every bosom boundeth (fl) |
70-71 |
4 |
| Is there a heart that never lov'd (fl) |
71 |
2 |
| Hail! to the chief, who in triumph advances (fl) |
72 |
3 |
| Sweet Katty O'Lynch, liv'd at Ballin-a-hinch (fl) |
73 |
2 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
74-75 |
11 |
| Columbia how bright is the fresh blooming wreath (fl) |
75 |
1 |
| Oh! Washington, brighest and best of thy race (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| Where weeps the willow o'er the stream (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| When seated with Sal, all my messmates around (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Vulcan contrive me such a Cup (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly (fl) |
80 |
2 |
| Young love flew to the Paphian bow'r (fl) |
81 |
3 |
| Oh, who is she, who smiles on me (fl) |
81-82 |
2 |
| How sweet is the fragrance of Roses (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| Blue-eyed youth in war's array, A (fl) |
83 |
2 |
| Come take the harp 'tis vain to muse (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| It ofttimes has been told, That the British sailors bold (fl) |
84-86 |
9 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon (fl) |
87 |
2 |
| 'Twas under the shade of an ivy-clad tree (fl) |
88 |
2 |
| O! come away! my soldier boy (fl) |
88 |
2 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
89 |
2 |
| Come live with me, and be my love (fl) |
89 |
6 |
| If all the world and love were young (fl) |
90 |
6 |
| Go, lovely rose! (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| 'Twas on the spot in ancient lore, oft nam'd (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| O'er the mountains the sun of our fame was declining (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| When Bibo went down to the regions below (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Ah! tell me ye Swains,have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
94 |
3 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
95 |
3 |
| 'Twas you, Sir, twas you Sir (fl) |
96 |
|
| Ah! who is that, Ah! who is that, whose thrilling tones (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| As a buxom young damsel a stage horse was passing (fl) |
97-98 |
5 |
| What's this dull town to me, Robin's not near [sic] (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| Why, what's that to you if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
99 |
4 |
| From her, alas! whose smile was love (fl) |
100 |
1 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| When 'tis night and the Mid-watch is come (fl) |
102 |
2 |
| While the lads of the village shall merrily, ah! (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty fly (fl) |
103 |
2 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
104 |
4 |
| When clouds that angel face deform (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
105 |
3 |
| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The (fl) |
105-106 |
2 |
| Though Leixslip may boast of its close shady bowers (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| When first on the plain I began to appear (fl) |
106-107 |
4 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
107 |
2 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
108 |
4 |
| Oh Lady fair, where art thou roamimg? (fl) |
109 |
10 |
| I'ze a Yorkshireman just come to town (fl) |
109-111 |
7 |
| Echo, tell me while I wander (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| Through Erin's Isle to sport a while (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| As pensive Chloe walk'd alone (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| For England, when with fav'ring gale (fl) |
113-114 |
4 |
| Duncan Gray came here to woo (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| Wilt thou say, farewell, love (fl) |
115 |
3 |
| By the side of a nurmuring stream (fl) |
116 |
6 |
| All the splendour which wealth can display (fl) |
116-117 |
5 |
| Oh! happy tawny Moor, when you love (fl) |
117-118 |
3 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave (fl) |
118 |
3 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise; the ruddy morn (fl) |
118 |
1 |
| At the sign of the horse, old Spintext, of course (fl) |
119-120 |
16 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
121 |
6 |
| I live on my farm in a beautiful vale (fl) |
121-123 |
6 |
| Hark! the goddess Diana calls out for the chase (fl) |
123 |
2 |
| How blest the maid, whose bosom (fl) |
123 |
1 |
| Breathe soft, ye winds, ye waters gently flow (fl) |
124 |
1 |
| If life, like a bubble, evaporates fast (fl) |
124 |
6 |
| Sir Jerry Go-Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
125-126 |
4 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
126 |
5 |
| Boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream, A (fl) |
127 |
3 |
| See! the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun (fl) |
128 |
3 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| Ma chere armie, my charming fair (fl) |
129 |
3 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
130 |
3 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
130 |
|
| Strike the Cymbals aloud, let the shrill trumpet sound (fl) |
131-132 |
4 |
| Hallow'd the birth day of liberty's nation (fl) |
132 |
2 |
| My friends all declare that my time is misspent [sic] (fl) |
133 |
3 |
| Life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows (fl) |
133-134 |
4 |
| To Anacreon in heav'n, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
134-136 |
6 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| Drum's alarum beats all hands, The (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| Oh! nothing in life can sadden us (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| How happily my life I led (fl) |
139 |
1 |
| He was fam'd for deeds of arms (fl) |
140 |
3 |
| Soldier slumb'ring after war, The (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| Wine does wonders ev'ry day (fl) |
141 |
2 |
| In airy dreams soft fancy flies (fl) |
142 |
2 |
| I've liv'd a life of some few years (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
143 |
2 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
144 |
4 |
| Dark flew the scud along the wave (fl) |
145 |
8 |
| Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam (fl) |
146 |
2 |
| Love's blind, they say, oh, never, nay (fl) |
146 |
2 |
| Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing (fl) |
147 |
4 |
| When, at night, the village swains (fl) |
148 |
4 |
| O whistle and I'll come to you my lad (fl) |
148-149 |
4 |
| Lassie wi' the lint-white locks (fl) |
149-150 |
5 |
| What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie (fl) |
150 |
4 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
151 |
3 |
| Come let me take thee to my heart (fl) |
151-152 |
2 |
| Of a' the airts the wind can blaw (fl) |
152 |
2 |
| Last night, I sat me down and cry'd (fl) |
152 |
1 |
| Fly from the world, oh, Bessy, to me (fl) |
153 |
4 |
| Oh take me to your arms, my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
154 |
3 |
| There's nought but care on every han' (fl) |
154-155 |
5 |
| Ah cruel Maid, so soon retiring (fl) |
155 |
2 |
| Go, silly soul, and don't spend all your time (fl) |
156 |
4 |
| My father's flocks adorn'd the plain (fl) |
156-157 |
2 |
| Jolly shoemaker , John Hobbs, John Hobbs, A (fl) |
157-158 |
5 |
| On this cold flinty rock, I will lay down my head (fl) |
158 |
3 |
| O welcome is the spot endear'd (fl) |
159 |
3 |
| Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| When the rose-bud of summer its beauties bestowing (fl) |
160 |
2 |
| Slow broke the light, and sweet breath'd the morn (fl) |
160-161 |
4 |
| I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gaz'd (fl) |
161 |
4 |
| Together let us range the fields (fl) |
162 |
|
| From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
162 |
2 |
| Oh, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
163 |
3 |
| From morn to night I take my glass [sic] (fl) |
163 |
2 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
164-165 |
5 |
| Rest, weary traveller, rest thee to day (fl) |
165 |
2 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes (fl) |
165 |
2 |
| Wreath you wove, wreath you wove, The (fl) |
166 |
3 |
| Tho love is warm awhile (fl) |
166 |
2 |
| Since our country, our God, oh my Sire! (fl) |
167 |
4 |
| Then, farewell, my trim-built wherry (fl) |
167 |
3 |
| After wand'ring in sorrow for many a day (fl) |
168 |
3 |
| As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl) |
169 |
2 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
169-170 |
3 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
170 |
3 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
171 |
4 |
| Begone, dull care, I pr'ythee begone from me (fl) |
171 |
2 |
| Streamers were flying---the canvas was spreading (fl) |
172 |
3 |
| Soldier is the noblest name, A (fl) |
172-173 |
2 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
173-174 |
4 |
| And did you ne'er hear of an Irish hay-maker (fl) |
174-175 |
4 |
| When first I saw the youth who came to me a wooing (fl) |
175-176 |
2 |
| America, thou lovely nation (fl) |
176-177 |
3 |
| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
177-178 |
5 |
| Oh! the land of sweet Erin's a land of delight (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| Mourn, mourn Columbia! mourn your hero slain (fl) |
179-180 |
4 |
| Adieu, a heart-warm fond adieu (fl) |
180-181 |
5 |
| Let's be jovial, fill our glasses (fl) |
181-182 |
5 |
| Charming maid of Lodi, The (fl) |
182 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see (fl) |
183-184 |
4 |
| Och! long life to the girls who revive without pother (fl) |
184-185 |
5 |
| Bleak blows the storm upon the breast (fl) |
185-186 |
4 |
| In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
187-188 |
3 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| O, love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
189-190 |
4 |
| High fill the bowl, and round it twine (fl) |
190-191 |
5 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumph has brighten'd (fl) |
191-192 |
4 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
193-195 |
9 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
195 |
3 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness, here (fl) |
195-196 |
2 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
196-197 |
3 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
197-198 |
3 |
| 'Twas at night when the bell had toll'd twelve (fl) |
198 |
3 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
198-199 |
4 |
| Come all you jolly sailors here (fl) |
199-200 |
3 |
| Hark! Hark! the joy-tnspiring horn (fl) |
200-201 |
|
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
201 |
3 |
| Where shall the lover rest (fl) |
202-203 |
4 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
203 |
3 |
| Come, come, bonny lassie, cried Sandy, awa' (fl) |
203-204 |
6 |
| Ye seamen of Columbia (fl) |
204-205 |
4 |
| See, from Ocean rising (fl) |
205-206 |
3 |
| When life looks lone and dreary (fl) |
206-207 |
2 |
| When infant bliss in roses slept (fl) |
207 |
3 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
207-208 |
5 |
| To Liberty's enraptur'd sight (fl) |
208-209 |
4 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
209-210 |
2 |
| Said a smile to a tear, on the cheek of my dear (fl) |
210 |
3 |
| World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The (fl) |
210 |
3 |
| With my pipe in one hand and my jug in the other (fl) |
211 |
2 |
| Arise! arise! Columbia's sons arise! (fl) |
211-212 |
4 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
212-213 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
213-214 |
3 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
214 |
4 |
| Hush ev'ry breeze, let nothing move (fl) |
215 |
3 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
215-216 |
4 |
| Attune the pipe, attune the gladsome lay (fl) |
216 |
2 |
| Cease your funning, force nor cunning (fl) |
217 |
1 |
| 'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl) |
217-219 |
4 |
| Freedom, on the Western shore (fl) |
219 |
2 |
| 'Twas in the pleasant month of May (fl) |
220 |
4 |
| Blythe Rosa beheld, as she sat in her cot (fl) |
221 |
3 |
| Whilst I'm at the tavern quaffing (fl) |
221-222 |
4 |
| Their crowns and their sceptres let foreign lands reckon (fl) |
222 |
5 |
| Down in the valley, the sun setting clearly (fl) |
223 |
3 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
223-224 |
3 |
| Dear Erin, thy fame shall be vaunted in story (fl) |
224 |
3 |
| When verdant fields their sweets disclose (fl) |
225 |
3 |
| Let Masonry, from Pole to Pole (fl) |
225 |
2 |
| Come let us prepare (fl) |
226-227 |
6 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid (fl) |
227-228 |
5 |
| Hail! Masonry, thou craft divine (fl) |
228 |
4 |
| Mark Masters, all appear (fl) |
229 |
5 |
| All hail to the morning (fl) |
230-231 |
4 |
| In hist'ry we're told, how the lodges of old (fl) |
231-232 |
4 |
| Here's a health to all good lasses (fl) |
232 |
3 |