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Page |
Verses |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
49-50 |
9 |
| Tell her I'll love her, while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| And has she then fail'd in her truth (fl) |
51 |
1 |
| And did I upbraid, you my love? (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| When the warrior returns from the battle afar (fl) |
52 |
5 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
53 |
4 |
| 'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly (fl) |
54 |
5 |
| When I gaz'd on a beautiful face (fl) |
55 |
2 |
| Here mark a poor desolate maid (fl) |
55 |
2 |
| As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
56 |
5 |
| Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl) |
57 |
6 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
58 |
4 |
| Morn unbars the gates of light, The (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The (fl) |
59 |
5 |
| Adieu, a heart-warm, fond adieu (fl) |
60 |
5 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
61 |
4 |
| Then, farewell my trim-built wherry (fl) |
61 |
3 |
| With a merry tale (fl) |
62 |
3 |
| How happily my life I led (fl) |
62 |
1 |
| Hibernia's tears for ever flow (fl) |
63 |
2 |
| Come live with me, and be my love (fl) |
63 |
6 |
| If all the world and love were young (fl) |
64 |
6 |
| Flowers of the forest in spring-time were gay, The (fl) |
64 |
3 |
| When first infant Liberty dropt upon earth (fl) |
65 |
4 |
| Irishman carries his heart in his hand, The (fl) |
65 |
6 |
| Love's blind, they say, oh, never, nay (fl) |
66 |
2 |
| Go, lovely Rose! (fl) |
66 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
66 |
3 |
| Whilst I'm at the tavern quaffing (fl) |
67 |
4 |
| While the lads in the village shall merrily, ah! (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| When in death I shall calmly recline (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| O, love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
70 |
4 |
| She vow'd, she swore, she wad be mine (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
72 |
5 |