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Page |
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| From thee Eliza I must, go (fl) |
1 |
2 |
| Day is departed and round from the clouds, The (fl) |
2 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
3-4 |
6 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
6-8 |
6 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's bank I stray'd (fl) |
9-11 |
7 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
11-13 |
5 |
| Returning home across the plain (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| O'er my toil wither'd limbs sickly langours are shed (fl) |
15 |
4 |
| Sun when arising, bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The (fl) |
17 |
4 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
17-18 |
5 |
| On the point of a rock jutting o'er the green ocean (fl) |
19 |
4 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
19-20 |
2 |
| Oh! say from thy bosom why heaves the soft sigh (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Though tender and young, yet my eye-sight is gone (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| Go gentle sigh to ease my breast (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
23 |
4 |
| If the stock of our bliss is in strangers hands vested (fl) |
24 |
4 |
| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
25-26 |
10 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| On Afric's wide plains, where the Lion now roaring (fl) |
28-30 |
6 |
| When I trace back the scenes of my juvenile days (fl) |
30-31 |
6 |
| What though the blooming, genial year (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| When young Strephon came to woo me (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Jane was fair and Henry brave (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| O how it soothes the woe worn heart (fl) |
34-35 |
2 |
| Strew, Virgins, the cypress o'er Washington's bier (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always so light (fl) |
36-37 |
6 |
| Awake, my muse, with sprightliest lay (fl) |
37-39 |
6 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| From Roslin Castle's echoing walls (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
41-42 |
5 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth (fl) |
42-43 |
5 |
| Beneath a green grove, a lovely [young] swain (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play (fl) |
44-45 |
5 |
| No more I'll court the town bred fair (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| For Mary who feels not a tender concern? (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| Though pure are the joys that from melody flow (fl) |
47-48 |
2 |
| Tell me, where's the vi'let fled (fl) |
48-49 |
5 |
| Lord! what care I for mam or dad (fl) |
50 |
3 |
| Tell, soldier, tell! and mark, you tell me truly (fl) |
51-52 |
10 |
| Adown a green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| When first a little smouchy no higher than as that (fl) |
53-55 |
4 |
| I've often been where poets say (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| When Charley did his love confess (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Young Allan rode slowly across the green heath (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| Ask'st thou how long my love shall stay (fl) |
58 |
2 |
| Dearest girl, I long have lov'd you (fl) |
59-60 |
7 |
| Jack and I were both messmates a long time at sea (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Sir Go-to-bed Ninny, a wooing would go (fl) |
62 |
4 |
| Young Johhn Mac Clean, loved Jenny Mac Griggor (fl) |
62-63 |
2 |
| Oh, thou upon whose bosom dear (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| There was an ancient fair, O, she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
65-66 |
5 |
| At the front of a cottage with woodbine grown o'er (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Adown a dark alley I courted a maid (fl) |
67-68 |
4 |
| Spruce Mr. Clark, The (fl) |
68-69 |
5 |
| Maiden sure there was, she was ugly, old, and tough, A (fl) |
70-71 |
5 |
| O! when I was christen'd 'twas on a fair day (fl) |
72 |
3 |
| One April morn, while dew-drops hung (fl) |
73 |
3 |
| Matchless is the girl I love (fl) |
74 |
2 |
| Simple country milkmaid, I came to town to hire, A (fl) |
74-76 |
3 |
| There was a gay man-milliner, his name was Tommy Twist (fl) |
76-78 |
6 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
78-79 |
2 |
| When Johnny Gubbins courted me, no girl so pleas'd as I (fl) |
79 |
2 |
| Sir Jerry Go-Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
80-82 |
4 |
| In our cottage that peeps from the skirts of the wood (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| Young Roger is a bonny lad (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| There was an Irish lad (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Mister Po was a man of great riches and fame (fl) |
86-87 |
4 |
| To Mary's sad story, give ear, gentle stranger (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Oh! hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the sweet tear (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| As beautiful Kitty, one morning was tripping (fl) |
90 |
2 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose (fl) |
90-92 |
4 |
| It was the charming month of May (fl) |
92-93 |
2 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Why Molly, my girl, do you whimper and sob (fl) |
95-97 |
4 |
| How hard the fate o' womankind (fl) |
97-98 |
4 |
| When first I ken'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
98-99 |
5 |
| O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light (fl) |
100-102 |
3 |
| Cobler liv'd at York, A (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Returning from a fair, one eve (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Trumpet sounds, my country calls, The (fl) |
105-106 |
9 |
| O! when shall I visit the land of my birth (fl) |
106-107 |
2 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
107-109 |
6 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
109 |
3 |
| Ye virgins attend, believe me your friend (fl) |
110-111 |
5 |
| Rose Tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
111-113 |
6 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
113-114 |
4 |
| Dame Nature one day in a comical mood (fl) |
114-117 |
3 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
117-118 |
3 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| I married a wife, who cares says I (fl) |
119-120 |
4 |
| Lo! the pride of the village is dead (fl) |
121 |
5 |
| 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
122-123 |
6 |