| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Lottery now shall be my theme, The (fl) |
73 |
4 |
| Hail Columbia! happy Land (fl) |
74 |
4 |
| Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
75 |
8 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| Hark! the goddess Diana calls out for the chase (fl) |
76 |
2 |
| Say, soldier, which of glory's charms (fl) |
77 |
2 |
| Sons of Freedom! hear my story (fl) |
77 |
2 |
| How sweet, charming nymph, was that soft melting sigh (fl) |
78 |
4 |
| Sigh of the west-wind breath'd gratefully by, The (fl) |
78 |
5 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
79-80 |
9 |
| Torn from my heart's delight my lover (fl) |
80 |
1 |
| Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
81 |
4 |
| From her, alas! whose smile was love (fl) |
81 |
4 |
| Warlike mother Caesar had (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures (fl) |
82 |
2 |
| I pry'thee give me back my heart (fl) |
83 |
2 |
| Let others breathe the melting sigh (fl) |
83 |
2 |
| Columbia, how bright is the fresh blooming wreath (fl) |
84 |
4 |
| When rous'd by invasion of all we hold dear (fl) |
84 |
2 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling (fl) |
85 |
4 |
| Arise, arise, Columbia's sons arise! (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| Will you come to the bower I have shaded for you (fl) |
87 |
4 |
| "Good night! good night!" and is it so? (fl) |
87 |
3 |
| O, say, my flatt'ring heart (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| Oh! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| When I from dear Ireland first took my leave (fl) |
89 |
4 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
90 |
4 |
| Gale was propitious, all canvass was spread, The (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| When the trumpet's loud cry (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Soldier slumb'ring after war, The (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
93 |
4 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
94 |
2 |
| Knight was belov'd by a baroness fair, A (fl) |
94 |
4 |
| I was born one day when my mother was out (fl) |
95 |
8 |
| Just like hope, this magic toy (fl) |
96 |
4 |
| Tho' sacred the flame which our country entwineth (fl) |
96 |
2 |