| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| While gratitude yet holds a station on earth (fl) |
5-7 |
5 |
| Columbia's sons! the brave we sing (fl) |
7-8 |
7 |
| Soldiers!---join a heart warm lay (fl) |
8-10 |
3 |
| High o'er, Patapsco's tide (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| That seat of science, Athens and the earth's proud mistress, Rome (fl) |
12-13 |
6 |
| Come, push about the Jorum, boys (fl) |
13-16 |
18 |
| Jack Mainstay was dear to his comrades so true (fl) |
16-17 |
8 |
| Ere the dew on the valley has melted away (fl) |
17-18 |
8 |
| O! say, can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| Hail, auspicious day! to Americans dear (fl) |
21-22 |
6 |
| To arms, to arms in haste arouse (fl) |
22-24 |
8 |
| All hail to Freedom's natal day (fl) |
24-25 |
7 |
| We be three poor freebooters (fl) |
25-26 |
8 |
| O'er the silver expanse of wood-begirt Erie (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| Upon the sea-girt rocky shore (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| This day we hail with pure delight (fl) |
29-30 |
7 |
| Brave sons of the west, your deeds renown (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| Columbia's tars, Columbia's boast (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Sure Master John Bull, fears the fate of his friends (fl) |
34 |
5 |
| 'Tis strange that the Britain, by thinking who rules (fl) |
34-36 |
7 |
| Ye Demos attend, and ye Federalists too (fl) |
36-37 |
7 |
| From the Halifax station a bully there came (fl) |
38-39 |
12 |
| Backside Albany stan' Lake Champlain (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| Farewell Peace, an other crisis (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Columbia's sons prepare, unite (fl) |
42-44 |
7 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Come strike up an anthem; the war dogs cease howling (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| High fill the bowl, and round it twine (fl) |
47-48 |
5 |
| O haste, ye youthful warriors, fly (fl) |
48-50 |
5 |
| I often have been told, of those British sailors bold (fl) |
50-52 |
10 |
| When Guerriere, Dacres, from Halifax sail'd (fl) |
52-53 |
9 |
| Now coil up your nonsense 'bout England's great navy (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Come, messmates cheerly lead the night (fl) |
56-58 |
5 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brighten'd (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| I need not now tell what it was drove our sires (fl) |
59-63 |
10 |
| On yonder mount, whose awful sight (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| In chorus now join, while my hobby I sing (fl) |
64-66 |
14 |
| Remember the lesson that Washington gave (fl) |
67 |
6 |
| Columbia dy'e see's a like a tough man of war [sic] (fl) |
68-69 |
5 |
| O'er the mountains the sun of our fame was declining (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Comrades! join the flag of glory (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Hark! hear ye those sounds that the winds on their pinions (fl) |
71-72 |
7 |
| Hail, hail, ye valiant ocean chiefs (fl) |
72-73 |
5 |
| Remember the glories of brave Washington (fl) |
74 |
3 |
| To no monarch, no tyrant in robes will we sing (fl) |
75 |
4 |
| Our Country is our ship, d'ye see (fl) |
76 |
2 |
| Sound, sound the harsh bugle, arouse from your slumbers (fl) |
76-78 |
8 |
| Comrades! join the flag of glory (fl) |
79 |
3 |
| Shall stripes be the lot of American seamen! (fl) |
79 |
3 |
| Since peace has return'd from her flight to the skies (fl) |
80-81 |
6 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
86 |
2 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
86-87 |
2 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I traced (fl) |
87 |
2 |
| Adown a green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| Tobacco is an Indian weed (fl) |
88-89 |
5 |
| 'Twas bus'ness requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you? (fl) |
91 |
4 |
| Landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Vatsh te matter, goot folks (fl) |
92-93 |
6 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
94 |
4 |
| Oh! I first saw the youth, who to me came a wooing (fl) |
95 |
2 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! (fl) |
96-98 |
9 |
| One day when to Jove the black list was presented (fl) |
99-100 |
10 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| Oh! hatp of Irtnr, retire to thy slumbers (fl) |
101-103 |
5 |
| Go youth belov'd in distant glades (fl) |
103 |
2 |
| Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl) |
104-105 |
6 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
105-106 |
6 |
| Merrily, merrily, bounds the bark (fl) |
106-107 |
4 |
| Oh, take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| Bound prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
108-109 |
5 |
| Little Cupid one day on a myrtle bough stray'd (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| Why should we at our lots repine (fl) |
110-111 |
5 |
| Wake, maid of Lorn! the moments fly (fl) |
111-112 |
2 |
| 'Twas evening, at that fairy hour (fl) |
112 |
3 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
113-114 |
6 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
116-117 |
7 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
118 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
119-120 |
8 |
| Like the frail bark tost in the foamy deep (fl) |
120 |
2 |
| Heigho! said a maid, as she sat at a gate (fl) |
121 |
3 |
| Slow broke the light and sweetly breath'd the morn (fl) |
122 |
4 |
| I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gaz'd (fl) |
122-123 |
4 |
| In Yorkshire I wur born and bred (fl) |
123-124 |
5 |
| There was an ancient fair, O, she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
124-125 |
5 |
| My merry, gentle people, pray (fl) |
126-127 |
5 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
127-128 |
4 |
| 'Twas at the town of neat Clogheen (fl) |
128-130 |
4 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder! (fl) |
130-131 |
5 |
| O think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
132 |
2 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt (fl) |
134-135 |
6 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
136 |
2 |
| I married a wife, 'who cares,' says I (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, and the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
137-138 |
7 |
| How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| As Murphy Delancy so funny and frisky (fl) |
141 |
4 |
| At sixteen years old you could get little good of me (fl) |
142 |
4 |
| In a new fangled gown and my Wellington hat (fl) |
143 |
3 |
| Go forth my song, upon thy venturous way (fl) |
143-144 |
2 |
| No longer I follow a sound (fl) |
144-145 |
4 |
| Far from care, and strife and smoke (fl) |
145-146 |
5 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend (fl) |
146-149 |
22 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
149-150 |
3 |
| Tho' my eyes, dearest Anna to others will stray (fl) |
151 |
5 |
| Their groves o' sweet myrtles let foreign lands reckon (fl) |
151-152 |
4 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
152-153 |
4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
154 |
4 |
| Oh! in Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
155 |
4 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
156-157 |
4 |
| O love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
157-158 |
4 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
159-160 |
2 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
160 |
4 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
161 |
3 |
| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
162 |
3 |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
162-163 |
4 |
| Though far beyond the mountains (fl) |
163-164 |
5 |
| Come, come bonny lassie, cried Sandy awa' (fl) |
165 |
6 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
166 |
4 |
| Banish sorrow, grief, is folly (fl) |
166-167 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
167-168 |
3 |
| Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin (fl) |
168-169 |
2 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
169-170 |
3 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
170-171 |
4 |
| Thou ling'ring star with less'ning ray (fl) |
171-172 |
4 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
172 |
3 |