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Page |
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| Hail! the season of joy and festivity (fl) |
97 |
5 |
| I need not tell you (fl) |
98-100 |
11 |
| Hallow'd the birth day of liberty's nation (fl) |
100 |
2 |
| Now freemen cheer up, Merry Christmas is near (fl) |
101 |
5 |
| Dear maid, should I never return (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| They may rant of their costume and brilliant head dresses (fl) |
102 |
4 |
| John Bull built on Lake Erie great sloops, big as whales (fl) |
103 |
5 |
| Oh, long shall I think of the miller's fair daughter (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| Despair in her wild eye, a daughter of Erin (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness, here (fl) |
105 |
3 |
| Thus for men the women fair (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| By the side of a murmuring stream (fl) |
106 |
6 |
| When verdant fields their sweets disclose (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| Hark! Hark, the joy inspiring horn (fl) |
107 |
4 |
| At morning dawn the Hunters rise (fl) |
107 |
3 |
| Hail! to the chief, who in triumph advances (fl) |
108 |
4 |
| I seriously now your attention encore (fl) |
109 |
7 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
110 |
3 |
| O! Thimble's wife death's clipp'd the thread (fl) |
110 |
1 |
| Where Hudson's murmuring billows (fl) |
111 |
5 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| Fair Celia had taken a dove from its nest (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| They tell us that Venus arose from the sea (fl) |
113 |
3 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| Wandering sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
115 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
115 |
2 |
| Down by the river there grows a green willow (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Oh! yes so well, so tenderly (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Sweet is every beaming ray (fl) |
117 |
3 |
| When the sighs of affection 'mid darkness appearing (fl) |
117 |
2 |
| Duncan Gray came here to woo (fl) |
118 |
5 |
| Young love once liv'd in a humble shed (fl) |
119 |
2 |
| Ah! can I e'er forget thee, love (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Life let us cherish, yet while the taper glows (fl) |
120 |
4 |