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| Blest spirits of our fathers! smile (fl) |
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| Haste, Love! the storm is rising fast (fl) |
50 |
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| Freedom's Jubilee again (fl) |
51 |
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| Swift fly the hours, when in youth's happy day (fl) |
51 |
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| All hail to the birth of the happiest land (fl) |
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| Soldier tir'd of war's alarms, The (fl) |
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| Twas Monmouth fair---the sun shone bright (fl) |
54 |
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| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
55 |
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| By a murmuring brook, in a valley's deep shade (fl) |
56 |
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| When Mora eye be drown'd wid tear (fl) |
56 |
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| Behold! behold! in his soft expressive face (fl) |
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| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
57 |
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| Slow broke the light, and sweet breath'd the morn (fl) |
58 |
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| Fair face of morning when sudden clouds cover, The (fl) |
58 |
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| O dear to my soul are thy scenes, lovely vale (fl) |
59 |
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| Our bugles sung truce, for the night cloud had lower'd (fl) |
59 |
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| No more, by sorrow chas'd, my heart (fl) |
60 |
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| Ye sons of free Columbia, whose fathers dar'd the waves (fl) |
60 |
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| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
61 |
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| Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue (fl) |
61 |
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| Wind it blows cold, I am wet with the rain, The (fl) |
62 |
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| When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor (fl) |
62 |
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| Oh! sleep sweet babe; with reason sleep (fl) |
64 |
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| Young Jemmie came adown the Glen (fl) |
64 |
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| Here's to the maiden of blushing fifteen (fl) |
65 |
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| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
65 |
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| There's a diff'rence to be seen 'twixt a beggar and a queen (fl) |
66 |
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| Angels ever bright and fair (fl) |
68 |
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| If to force me to sing it be your intention (fl) |
68 |
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| Farewell to the land, where the gloom of my glory (fl) |
69 |
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| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
69 |
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| Lost and bewilder'd in the storm (fl) |
70 |
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| What's all the world to me (fl) |
70 |
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| Begone, dull care, I pr'ythee begone from me (fl) |
71 |
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| How stands the glass around (fl) |
71 |
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| Cloth taken out, and fresh liquor brought in, The (fl) |
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| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
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