| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| O'er the bosom of Erie, in fanciful pride (fl) |
75-76 |
5 |
| O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
78 |
3 |
| Wake, Columbia! wake thy lyre (fl) |
79-80 |
9 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| For ever remember'd be the gallant story (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
83-84 |
5 |
| 'Twas autumn, and round me the leaves were descending (fl) |
84-85 |
5 |
| O say, can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brighten'd (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| Sam Splice'em d'ye mind, is one of those boys (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Tho love is warm awhile, soon it grows cold (fl) |
89 |
2 |
| When Britain saw her sons were brave (fl) |
90-92 |
14 |
| What's this dull town to me, Robin's not here (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| Judy leads me such a life! (fl) |
93-95 |
6 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| O, fair rose the morning, the sun in mild splendour (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| Landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| 'Twas noon, and the reapers reposed on the bank (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| 'Twas night, and the warchman repos'd on the ground (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled (fl) |
100 |
6 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| Oh! say not woman's love is bought (fl) |
101-102 |
2 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little service [sic] (fl) |
102-103 |
4 |
| Whenever a lad that's good humour'd and free (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
104-105 |
8 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| 'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fain' (fl) |
106-107 |
5 |
| Captain bold, in Halifax, A (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
109-110 |
8 |
| Tho' sacred the tie that our country entwineth (fl) |
110-111 |
2 |
| When first I saw the youth who came to me a wooing (fl) |
111 |
2 |
| Where Hudson's murmuring billows (fl) |
111-113 |
5 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Land of my birth, farewell! The sea rolls dark (fl) |
114 |
2 |
| 'Twas at night, when the bell had toll'd twelve (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
116 |
3 |
| Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
117 |
4 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
118 |
2 |
| Stay sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
118 |
3 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love? (fl) |
119-120 |
2 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
120-121 |
2 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
121 |
3 |
| Ods blood! what a time for a sailor to skulk (fl) |
122-123 |
3 |
| Oh! Lady twine no wreath for me (fl) |
123 |
3 |
| Adieu, a heart-warm fond adieu (fl) |
124-125 |
5 |
| Blue-eyed youth in war's array, A (fl) |
125 |
4 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
126 |
2 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness hear (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| Here wanton gales perfume the glade (fl) |
127-128 |
3 |
| Where is now the smile that lighten'd (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
129-130 |
2 |
| Groves their vernal sweets have lost, The (fl) |
130 |
2 |
| Come tell me blue ey'd stranger (fl) |
131-132 |
8 |
| Willie Wastle dwelt on Tweed (fl) |
132-133 |
4 |
| Ah! gentle maid my heart is thine (fl) |
133 |
3 |
| What means my fair that clouded brow (fl) |
133-134 |
2 |
| When winter wing'd the blast with power (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Awake the loud trumpet, 'tis freedom invites (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| I sing the maid of Lodi (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| Streamlets were flying, the canvass was spreading, The (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
140-141 |
5 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
142 |
2 |