| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Before I became a Freemason (fl) |
78-79 |
5 |
| Year is gone over and yet I'm alive, The (fl) |
79-80 |
7 |
| When the Father first laid the foundation (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| Hier sitz ich am Tische, von Freunden umkranzt (fl) |
81-82 |
6 |
| Noch in meines Lebens Lenze (fl) |
82-83 |
5 |
| Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled (fl) |
84 |
6 |
| Boat, a boat, to cross the ferry, A (fl) |
84 |
1 |
| Sae flaxen were her ringlets (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| To village that skirted the sea (fl) |
86-87 |
5 |
| And did you ne'er hear of an Irish hay-maker (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| My wife's dead! There let her lie (fl) |
88 |
1 |
| Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
89-90 |
6 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
90-92 |
9 |
| Let fame sound the trumpet and cry to the war (fl) |
92 |
4 |
| Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| 'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly (fl) |
95-97 |
5 |
| Oh! The days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Oh, weep for the hour (fl) |
99-100 |
2 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
100-101 |
4 |
| 'Twas on the spot in ancient lore, oft nam'd [recitative] (fl) |
101 |
1 |
| Her roseate colours the dawn had not shed (fl) |
101-102 |
2 |
| How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, The (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| No more I'll court the town bred fair (fl) |
104 |
4 |
| There was an Irish lad (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| From Brighton two Paddies walk'd under the cliff (fl) |
105-106 |
3 |
| Of Thimble's wife death's clipp'd the thread (fl) |
106 |
1 |
| All in the downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
107-108 |
8 |