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Page |
Verses |
| Oh! say not a woman's heart is bought with vain and empty treasure (fl) |
1-3 |
2 |
| Sea was rough the clouds were dark, The (fl) |
3-5 |
2 |
| When the rose-bud of summer its' beauties bestowing (fl) |
5-7 |
2 |
| Ma chere amie, my charming fair (fl) |
8-9 |
3 |
| Oh! what a row! what a rumpus and a rumpus (fl) |
9-14 |
6 |
| Dear Nancy I've sail'd the world all around (fl) |
14-17 |
3 |
| Adieu! Adieu! my only life (fl) |
17-20 |
3 |
| Hark! the hollow woods resounding (fl) |
20-23 |
1 |
| I am a fowler blithe and gay (fl) |
23-24 |
2 |
| Hardy sailor braves the ocean, The (fl) |
25-27 |
2 |
| No, 'twas neither shape nor feature (fl) |
27-28 |
2 |
| It was Dunvis the young and brave (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| I've sail'd to the West, to the South, and the East (fl) |
31-33 |
|
| We tars are all for fun and glee (fl) |
33-37 |
5 |
| Let patriot pride your patriot triumph wake (fl) |
37-40 |
4 |
| In infancy our hopes and fears (fl) |
41-42 |
2 |
| Fare thee weel, and if for ever (fl) |
42-45 |
5 |
| Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own (fl) |
45-47 |
2 |
| Tell me, babbling echo why (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| Minstrel boy to the war is gone, The (fl) |
49-52 |
2 |
| From York, I com'd to get a place (fl) |
50-53 |
6 |
| As I wander'd one morn thro yon wood cover'd valley (fl) |
53-55 |
2 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
56-58 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
58-61 |
4 |
| Thou art mine, Rose of Love, thou art mine (fl) |
61-63 |
2 |
| Swift from the covert the merry pack fled (fl) |
63-65 |
2 |
| Where the bee sucks, there lurk I (fl) |
66-67 |
1 |
| Hope told a flattering tale (fl) |
68-69 |
1 |
| When first a babe upon the knee (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
71-72 |
3 |
| Oh! Lady, why thus sadly gaze (fl) |
73-74 |
2 |
| Merrily every bosom boundeth (fl) |
74-79 |
3 |
| I've not said how much I love her (fl) |
79-81 |
2 |
| To her daughter t'other day, A cautious mother thus did say (fl) |
81-83 |
3 |
| How blest the maid whose bosom (fl) |
83-85 |
1 |
| Though dimple cheeks may give delight (fl) |
86-88 |
2 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
88-90 |
5 |
| You may sing of your waggoners, ploughboys and watchmen (fl) |
90-93 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Freedom wake to glory (fl) |
93-95 |
2 |
| Though prudence may press me, and duty distress me (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| Dear Maid, should I never return (fl) |
97-98 |
|
| When Vulcan forg'd the bolts of Jove (fl) |
98-100 |
2 |
| In Love should there meet a fond pair (fl) |
100-101 |
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| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
102-104 |
2 |
| Ave Maria, maiden mild (fl) |
105-106 |
3 |
| How happy is yon cottage swain (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| Gay Rialto glances, The (fl) |
108-110 |
3 |
| Mary, Mary, list! awake (fl) |
110-113 |
4 |
| My mam is no more, and my dad in his grave (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| Young William was a seaman true (fl) |
115-117 |
4 |
| Mid the Harem's lonely bowers (fl) |
117-118 |
2 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |