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Page |
Verses |
| Oh! say, can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
3-4 |
4 |
| Morn unbars the gates of light, The (fl) |
4-5 |
2 |
| Sir Jerry Go-Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Knight was belov'd by a baroness fair, A (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| 'Twas at the town of neat Clogheen (fl) |
7-9 |
4 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
9-10 |
4 |
| Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness, hear [sic] (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| I am a brisk and sprightly lad (fl) |
12 |
4 |
| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
13 |
2 |
| I've liv'd a life of some few years (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
14-15 |
6 |
| Young Jemmy's ganging after me (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| [O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted] (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
17-18 |
4 |
| Spruce Mr. Clark was a young Essex spark,The (fl) |
18 |
5 |
| When Britain saw her sons were brave (fl) |
19-21 |
14 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| As soon as I got married, a happy man to be (fl) |
22-24 |
7 |
| For ever remember'd be the gallant story (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| There was a gay man-milliner, his name was Tommy Twist (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| When first I was married to Katty O'Connor (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| Little old woman was taken ill, A (fl) |
27-28 |
5 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| O! Clasp me in thy close embrace (fl) |
29-30 |
6 |
| Too late I staid, forgive the crime (fl) |
30 |
4 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| O'er the bosom of Erie, in fanciful pride (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| Jolly shoemaker , John Hobbs, John Hobbs, A (fl) |
34-35 |
5 |
| Come, come bonny lassie, cried Sandy awa (fl) |
35-36 |
6 |
| One moonshiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
36-38 |
7 |
| What's this dull town to me? (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| What's all the world to me? (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| Dogs began to bark, The (fl) |
40 |
4 |
| Let others breathe the melting sigh (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| In that cottage my Father long dwelt (fl) |
41 |
2 |
| Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled (fl) |
41-42 |
6 |
| O, think on my fate! once I credit enjoy'd (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| Oh! say not woman's love is bought (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little service (fl) |
43-45 |
4 |
| There was an old maiden of seventy-six (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| With a friend, and a wife, the first blessings of life (fl) |
46 |
1 |
| Oh, weep for the hour (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| We'll breath not a kiss to the tell-tale air (fl) |
47 |
3 |
| O Lady, twine no wreath for me (fl) |
47-48 |
5 |
| I'm a jolly Yankey tar (fl) |
48-50 |
4 |
| Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
50-51 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
51-52 |
8 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
52-54 |
9 |
| Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| Flowers of the forest in spring-time were gay, The (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land! (fl) |
57-58 |
4 |
| Yankee boy is trim and tall, A (fl) |
58-59 |
5 |
| I pry'thee give me back my heart (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| When I upon thy bosom lean (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| And are ye sure the news is true? (fl) |
60-62 |
7 |
| Pale poverty an' girnin' care [sic] (fl) |
62-63 |
7 |
| It was upon a Lammas night (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| When John and me were married (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| Whence comes this keen, this cutting smart? (fl) |
66 |
4 |
| Mary, I believ'd thee true (fl) |
67 |
4 |
| I cull'd for my love a fresh nosegay one day (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| My dark-ey'd maid! by moonlight hour (fl) |
68 |
2 |
| Young love flew to the Paphian bow'r (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| When I was at home with my father and mother (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| Och when I was a gossoon so merry and frisky (fl) |
70-73 |
4 |
| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
73 |
2 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| I have parks, I have grounds (fl) |
74-75 |
2 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
75-76 |
3 |
| Is there a heart that never lov'd (fl) |
76 |
2 |
| Lost and bewilder'd in the storm (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| Tell her I'll love her while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
77 |
2 |
| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
77-78 |
2 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Ye shepherds tell me, have you seen (fl) |
79 |
3 |
| Tho love is warm awhile (fl) |
79-80 |
2 |
| When William Tell was doom'd to die (fl) |
80 |
2 |
| When life looks lone and dreary (fl) |
81 |
2 |
| As an old Jackdaw, and a young Jackdaw (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| By the big hill of Howth! (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
83-84 |
5 |
| Oh! Hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the sweet tear (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| One morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
85-86 |
6 |
| In summer when the leaves were green (fl) |
86-88 |
6 |
| If to force me to sing it be your intention (fl) |
88-89 |
7 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad in his grave (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
90 |
5 |
| Dear me, how I long to be married (fl) |
90-91 |
2 |
| Argo of Greece, that brought the fleece (fl) |
91-93 |
7 |
| On Linden, when the sun was low (fl) |
93-94 |
4 |
| Where Echaig joins the briny tide (fl) |
94-95 |
9 |
| On beds of snow the moon-beam slept (fl) |
95 |
3 |
| Cloth taken out, and fresh liquor brought in, The (fl) |
95-96 |
5 |