| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| 'Tis not the tint of ruby hue (fl) |
5 |
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| 'Tho' far beyond the mountains, that look so distant here (fl) |
6-7 |
5 |
| When lovers for favours petition (fl) |
7-8 |
2 |
| In the world's crooked path, where I've been (fl) |
8 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
9 |
3 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
9-10 |
3 |
| Where Charle's tide encircling leaves [sic] (fl) |
11 |
2 |
| 'Twas night, when the bell had told twelve [sic] (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| I've found, my fair, a true love knot (fl) |
12-13 |
2 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
13-14 |
|
| Poh, what care I for mam or dad (fl) |
14-15 |
4 |
| Song, a song, is the cry of mankind, A (fl) |
15-16 |
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