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Page |
Verses |
| O'er the gloomy woods resounding (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
4 |
3 |
| On Richmond hill there lives a lass (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| Adieu, a heart, warm fond adieu (fl) |
5-7 |
5 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
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8 |
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9-10 |
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11 |
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11 |
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13 |
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13-14 |
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| When Sol with grave motion, had plung'd in the ocean (fl) |
14-16 |
10 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Stay, lady---stay, for mercy's sake (fl) |
17-18 |
10 |
| Oft have I wandered o'er mountain and moor (fl) |
18-20 |
4 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd, lately wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
22-23 |
5 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
24-26 |
9 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
27 |
2 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder! (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| In a little blue garment all ragged and torn (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| As 'cross the fields the other morn (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
34-36 |
3 |
| In Glasgow Town my Mither dwells (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love? (fl) |
38-39 |
2 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
39-41 |
5 |
| Lass of Patie's mill, The (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Ah! why should the heart be depress'd (fl) |
42-43 |
5 |
| Come hither, my lads, and ye lasses around (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| When first a Mason I was made (fl) |
44 |
4 |
| I wander'd once, at break of day (fl) |
44-45 |
3 |
| When quite a young spark (fl) |
45-46 |
7 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, The (fl) |
47 |
3 |
| Mark Masters, all appear (fl) |
47-49 |
5 |
| Say, have you seen my Arrabell? [sic] (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
50 |
3 |