| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Shall stripes be the lot of American seamen! (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brightened (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| O! say can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
7-9 |
4 |
| Come, strike the bold anthems, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
9-10 |
4 |
| Let patriot pride your patriot valour wake (fl) |
10-12 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
12-14 |
3 |
| While Europe's mad powers o'er the ocean are ranging (fl) |
14-17 |
10 |
| To no monarch, no tyrant in robes will we sing (fl) |
17-18 |
4 |
| I'll begin my chronology just at those times, sir (fl) |
19-22 |
8 |
| To Liberty's enraptured sight (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| Sons of the deep! ye spirits brave (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Now coil up your nonsense 'bout England's great navy (fl) |
24-26 |
4 |
| Rejoice, rejoice, Columbia's sons, rejoice! (fl) |
26-29 |
6 |
| When'er the tyrants of the main (fl) |
29-31 |
11 |
| Sound, sound the harsh bugle, arouse from your slumbers (fl) |
31-34 |
8 |
| Backside Albany stan' Lake Champlain (fl) |
34-36 |
4 |
| British long have rul'd the seas, The (fl) |
36-37 |
6 |
| Remember the glories of brave Washington (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
38-43 |
10 |
| Our country is our ship, d' ye see (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| Ye sons of free Columbia, whose fathers dar'd the waves (fl) |
44-45 |
6 |
| Come, messmates, cheerly lead the night (fl) |
46-48 |
5 |
| Our country, our fathers---our firesides and lives (fl) |
48-50 |
7 |
| Columbia's sons prepare unite (fl) |
50-53 |
7 |
| Comrades! join the flag of glory (fl) |
53 |
3 |
| Ye tars of Columbia! who seek on the main (fl) |
54-56 |
14 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O hail the great day (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| Brother Nathan's nation mad (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Arouse, Freedom's sons, 'tis your country that calls (fl) |
59-61 |
5 |
| When Freedom fair Columbia sought (fl) |
61-62 |
5 |
| In a chariot of light, from the regions of day (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| To the cannon's deep thunder, that breaks on the ear (fl) |
63-64 |
6 |
| Come hail the great day, ye sons of mirth (fl) |
64-66 |
8 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
70 |
2 |
| Far retired from noise and smoke (fl) |
70-71 |
5 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
72 |
2 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
72-73 |
2 |
| All in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd (fl) |
73-75 |
8 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
75 |
|
| I sing a maid of Lodi (fl) |
76 |
6 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Tho' my eyes, dearest Anna, to others will stray (fl) |
78-79 |
5 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| One morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
81-82 |
6 |
| Their groves o' sweet myrtles let foreign lands reckon (fl) |
83 |
4 |
| John Anderson, my Joe, John (fl) |
84-85 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
88-89 |
6 |
| Drink to her who long (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| My thoughts delight to wander (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
92-93 |
6 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt (fl) |
93-95 |
6 |
| Ah! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| Rose had been washed, just washed in a shower, The (fl) |
97-98 |
5 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
98-99 |
2 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
100-101 |
2 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
102 |
2 |
| Ah, how sweet it is to love! (fl) |
102-103 |
4 |
| Wander'd once at break of day [sic] (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Hard is the fate of him who loves (fl) |
104-105 |
6 |
| Like the frail bark, tost in the foamy deep (fl) |
105-106 |
2 |
| O Nancy, wilt thou go with me (fl) |
106-107 |
4 |
| Let Fame sound the trumpet, and cry, "to the war!" (fl) |
107-108 |
2 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
108 |
3 |
| Softly blew the easterm breezes (fl) |
109 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
109-110 |
2 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
110-111 |
2 |
| Moon had clim'b the highest hill, The [sic] (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| Night her silent sable wore, The (fl) |
112-114 |
8 |
| As in a vernal evening fair (fl) |
114-115 |
5 |
| When innocence and beauty meet (fl) |
115-116 |
4 |
| Young Strephon met me on the green (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| Heavy hours are almost past, The (fl) |
117-118 |
6 |
| Come, dear Amanda, quit the town (fl) |
118 |
2 |
| When whistling winds are heard to blow (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| Hearth was clean, the fire clear, The (fl) |
120 |
6 |
| O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
121 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
122 |
3 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
123 |
2 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
123 |
2 |
| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
124 |
3 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Ye banks and braes, and streams around (fl) |
125-126 |
4 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
129-132 |
7 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
132-133 |
7 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
134 |
3 |
| My merry gentle people (fl) |
135-136 |
5 |
| Your laughter I'll try to provoke (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| I married a wife, "who cares" says I (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| I've carried arms through lands afar (fl) |
139-141 |
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| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
141-142 |
4 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, and the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
142-143 |
7 |
| Feyther put me to the school (fl) |
144-145 |
5 |
| When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice (fl) |
145-146 |
3 |
| As Murphy Delancy so funny and frisky (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
148-152 |
12 |
| When I was at home, I was merry and frisky (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
154 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
155 |
3 |
| King Solomon, that wise projector (fl) |
156-157 |
6 |
| My father was once a great marchant (fl) |
157-159 |
7 |
| Young Teddy is an Irish lad (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| Mother were dead, and sister were married (fl) |
160-161 |
5 |
| In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whiskey (fl) |
162-163 |
6 |
| Adown the green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
163-164 |
3 |
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
164-166 |
10 |
| One moon shining night, about two in the morning (fl) |
166-169 |
7 |
| O the face of brave Captain Megan (fl) |
169-170 |
3 |
| 'Twas at the town of neat Clogheen (fl) |
170-172 |
5 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
173-174 |
4 |