Bibliography - Songster's Magazine-3, 1818

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Short Title Songster's Magazine-3, 1818 
Title Songster's Magazine, The. No. 3 
Pages 49-72 
Publisher Jansen, J. B. 
Location RPB HARRIS RARE S6987m 
Date 1818 
Place New-York 
Data Place RPB S6987m 
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Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl)  49-50 
Tell her I'll love her, while the clouds drop rain (fl)  50 
And has she then fail'd in her truth (fl)  51 
And did I upbraid, you my love? (fl)  51 
When the warrior returns from the battle afar (fl)  52 
Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl)  53 
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl)  53 
'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly (fl)  54 
When I gaz'd on a beautiful face (fl)  55 
Here mark a poor desolate maid (fl)  55 
As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl)  56 
Last night the dogs did bark (fl)  56 
Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl)  57 
Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl)  58 
Morn unbars the gates of light, The (fl)  59 
Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The (fl)  59 
Adieu, a heart-warm, fond adieu (fl)  60 
For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl)  61 
Then, farewell my trim-built wherry (fl)  61 
With a merry tale (fl)  62 
How happily my life I led (fl)  62 
Hibernia's tears for ever flow (fl)  63 
Come live with me, and be my love (fl)  63 
If all the world and love were young (fl)  64 
Flowers of the forest in spring-time were gay, The (fl)  64 
When first infant Liberty dropt upon earth (fl)  65 
Irishman carries his heart in his hand, The (fl)  65 
Love's blind, they say, oh, never, nay (fl)  66 
Go, lovely Rose! (fl)  66 
Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl)  66 
Whilst I'm at the tavern quaffing (fl)  67 
While the lads in the village shall merrily, ah! (fl)  68 
When in death I shall calmly recline (fl)  68 
Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl)  69 
Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl)  69 
O, love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl)  70 
She vow'd, she swore, she wad be mine (fl)  71 
Why does azure deck the sky? (fl)  71 
Is there for honest poverty (fl)  72 
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