| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glowed (fl) |
1-2 |
8 |
| When the thunder of Britain assaulted our shore (fl) |
3-4 |
5 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought (fl) |
4-8 |
9 |
| O'er Huron's wave the sun was low (fl) |
8-10 |
14 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumph has brightened (fl) |
10-12 |
4 |
| Columbia's gallant streamers (fl) |
12-14 |
7 |
| Come each gallant lad (fl) |
10-11 |
5 |
| To the court of old Neptune the God of the sea (fl) |
16-18 |
5 |
| In bumpers pledge high to Columbia's proud toast (fl) |
18-19 |
5 |
| Land of my fathers: Freedom's field (fl) |
19-20 |
5 |
| Landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
21-22 |
2 |
| O! have you not heard of a story (fl) |
22-25 |
9 |
| There was a merry widow, and she was very fat (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| There were two Tom cats on a wall (fl) |
26-27 |
6 |
| Gaily lads, our friends we're leaving (fl) |
28-29 |
10 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
29-31 |
4 |
| This world is a stage, where all men engage (fl) |
31-32 |
10 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
32-34 |
4 |
| Wealthy girl in beauty's bloom, A (fl) |
34-36 |
12 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Savage loves his native shore, The (fl) |
38-39 |
5 |
| Traveller stopt at a widow's gate, A (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| Miss Wigley her lovers called first of the fair (fl) |
41-42 |
8 |
| William and Jonathan came to town together (fl) |
42-44 |
4 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| To a village that skirted the sea (fl) |
45-47 |
5 |
| Cobler I am, and my name is Dick Awl, A (fl) |
47-48 |
7 |
| Little old woman was taken ill, A (fl) |
49-50 |
5 |
| Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl) |
50-51 |
6 |
| Miss Margery Muggins she was a fair maid (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| Luck in life, or good or bad (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| Well, here I am to tell (fl) |
55-57 |
4 |
| 'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl) |
57-60 |
5 |
| John tripp'd up stairs by night (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| For ever remember'd be the gallant story (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| Backside Albany 'tan Lake Champlain (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
64 |
2 |
| Waves of old Ocean's the field of the brave, The (fl) |
65-66 |
4 |
| I'm a jolly Yankey tar (fl) |
66-68 |
4 |
| Come loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
69 |
4 |
| Sam Splice'em d'ye mind, is one of those boys (fl) |
69-71 |
4 |
| Of friendship they talk,---is a friend to be found (fl) |
71-72 |
2 |
| 'Twas autumn, and round me the leaves were descending (fl) |
72-74 |
5 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
75-76 |
2 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| O, think on my fate! once I credit enjoy'd (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| I was, d'ye see, a waterman (fl) |
78-80 |
4 |
| Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled (fl) |
80-81 |
6 |
| Tayloring wight Sam Scraggle was, A (fl) |
81-85 |
16 |
| Dear Kathleen, you no doubt (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
86-87 |
6 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| What's this dull town to me? (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
90-93 |
5 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| Whether a Sailor or not, for a moment avast (fl) |
95 |
3 |
| O you, whose lives on land are pass'd (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Avast, honest Jack! now before you get mellow (fl) |
96-100 |
16 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| I am a brisk young lively lass (fl) |
101-102 |
5 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| Now we are freed from college rules (fl) |
104-106 |
7 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The (fl) |
106-107 |
10 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| Welcome, welcome, brother debtor (fl) |
109110 |
8 |
| Poor negro say one thing you take no offence (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| To thy green fields, sweet Erin, I've long bade adieu (fl) |
112-113 |
2 |
| My Eva! see this op'ning rose (fl) |
113 |
|
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| When first from Kilkenny as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin (fl) |
117 |
2 |
| It was Murphy Delany so funny and frisky (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
119-122 |
7 |
| When first I was married to Katy O'Connor (fl) |
122-123 |
3 |
| As close to the sturdy sole (fl) |
124 |
2 |