| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Rejoice! rejoice! Fredonia's sons rejoice (fl) |
3-5 |
4 |
| To a woodman's hut there came one day (fl) |
5 |
4 |
| Come, come, bonny Lassie, cried Sandy, awa' (fl) |
6 |
6 |
| Let others boast of Monarch's pride (fl) |
7-9 |
7 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| Come, banish all your petty jars (fl) |
10-12 |
6 |
| Land of my birth, farewell! The sea rolls dark (fl) |
12-13 |
2 |
| Will ye gang o'er the lee rigg (fl) |
13-14 |
5 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Says Ella to her love, remember (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
17 |
3 |
| Last, the fatal hour is come, The (fl) |
17-19 |
10 |
| On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh (fl) |
19-20 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin (fl) |
20-21 |
5 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| As I strayed o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
22-25 |
6 |
| To the cliffs, while below the huge surges are foaming (fl) |
25-27 |
6 |
| Hail to the Art whose effulgence has brighten'd (fl) |
27-29 |
4 |
| Come each gallant lad who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| What pleasing scenes before me ran (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Music, how pow'rful is thy charm (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Dying thrush young Edwy found, A (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
37-38 |
2 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| Ah! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my Pastora (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| I need not now tell what it was drove our sires (fl) |
42-47 |
11 |
| O take me to your arms my love (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| Player bold in Staffordshire, set in for country quarters, A (fl) |
49-51 |
5 |
| Backside of Albany, tan Lake Champlain (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| While pensive I thought on my love (fl) |
52-53 |
2 |
| In the world's crooked path where I've been (fl) |
53 |
3 |
| Rose-tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
53-54 |
2 |
| Songs of Shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
54-56 |
7 |
| Deep murmuring down the lonely dell (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Sounds of war were swelling wild (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| Friendless exile! old and hoary (fl) |
58-60 |
15 |
| Groves their vernal sweets have lost, The (fl) |
61 |
2 |
| Hibernia's tears forever flow (fl) |
61-62 |
2 |
| Blue-eyed youth in war's array, A (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Mist from the mountain proclaim'd it was morn, The (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness hear [sic] (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Embark'd on the ocean of life (fl) |
65-66 |
7 |
| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
66 |
1 |
| High o'er the grave where Mary sleeps (fl) |
67 |
2 |
| Ah, pooh, botheration, dear Ireland's the nation (fl) |
67-69 |
4 |
| O talk not of fortune, of jewels, nor splendour (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| O, Love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
71 |
2 |
| Enter the garden of roses [sic] (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| "Good night! good night!" and is it so (fl) |
73 |
3 |
| Soldier, slumb'ring after war, The (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| When rolling orbs from chaos sprung (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| As twilight grew pale in the west (fl) |
75 |
3 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| Said a pot of strong beer (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
78 |
2 |
| Of all Heaven gave to comfort man (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
80 |
3 |
| Willie Wastle dwelt on Tweed (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| Louden's bonny woods and braes (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| Now the direfu' conflict's o'er (fl) |
83-85 |
5 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
86 |
4 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
86-87 |
3 |
| Where shall the lover rest (fl) |
87 |
4 |
| When 'tis night and the mid-watch is come (fl) |
89 |
2 |
| Boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream, A (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Farewell to America, dear Mary, adieu! (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| High fill the bowl, and round it twine (fl) |
92-94 |
5 |
| When Freedom first the triumph sung (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
95-97 |
4 |
| Tell me, babbling echo, why (fl) |
97 |
4 |
| And must thou, pretty play-mate, must thou die? (fl) |
98 |
5 |