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Page |
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| O'er Huron's wave the sun was low (fl) |
1-3 |
14 |
| Goddess of freedom borne down by oppression, The (fl) |
3-4 |
5 |
| When the thunder of Britain assaulted our shore (fl) |
5-6 |
5 |
| When rolling orbs from chaos sprung (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumph has brightened (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| To the court of old Neptune the God of the sea (fl) |
8-10 |
5 |
| Come each gallant lad who for pleasure quits care (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| Why Molly, my girl, do you whimper and sob (fl) |
11-13 |
4 |
| Maiden sure there was, and she was ugly, old, and tough, A (fl) |
13-14 |
5 |
| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
15-16 |
5 |
| In bumpers pledge high to Columbia's proud toast (fl) |
16-17 |
5 |
| Qh! say can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
17-19 |
4 |
| Columbia's gallant streamers (fl) |
19-21 |
7 |
| O! have you not heard of a story (fl) |
21-24 |
9 |
| Landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| Adown a green meadow there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| There was a gay man-milliner, his name was Tommy Twist (fl) |
26-28 |
6 |
| You've heard of Nykey Numskull of Yorkshire, I'll be sworn (fl) |
28-30 |
11 |
| When first we hear the boatswain's bray (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Land of my father's: Freedom's field (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| Oh! the days when I was young (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| At Mecca, where Mahamet swings in the air (fl) |
34-36 |
4 |
| There was a merry widow, and she was very fat (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| There were two Tom cats on a wall (fl) |
37-38 |
6 |
| Savage loves his native shore, The (fl) |
38-39 |
5 |
| In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| Four-and-twenty Barbers sat 'em down to dine (fl) |
41-45 |
9 |
| Miss Wigley her lovers called first of the fair (fl) |
45-47 |
8 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry that lov'd fair Dublin's Kate (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| Banish sorrow, grief is folly (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| To a village that skirted the sea (fl) |
49-51 |
5 |
| William and Jonathan came to town together (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A (fl) |
52-53 |
6 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
54-55 |
12 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Why should we at our lots repine (fl) |
59-61 |
5 |
| Little old woman was taken ill, A (fl) |
61-62 |
5 |
| Come all hands, ahoy to the anchor (fl) |
62-64 |
5 |
| Come, now, all ye social powers (fl) |
64-65 |
6 |
| I was the boy for bewitching 'em (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| Luck in life, or good or bad (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
67-70 |
9 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd (fl) |
71-72 |
6 |
| Diogenes, surly and proud (fl) |
72-74 |
7 |
| John tripp'd up the stairs by night (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| For ever remember'd be the gallant story (fl) |
75-76 |
3 |
| Cobler I am, and my name is Dick Awl, A (fl) |
76-77 |
7 |
| 'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl) |
78-80 |
6 |
| Well, here I am to tell (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| When first Infant Liberty dropt upon earth (fl) |
82 |
4 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| Come lads, life's a whirligig (fl) |
83-84 |
2 |
| Of friendship they talk,---is a friend to be found? (fl) |
84-85 |
2 |
| Miss Margery Muggins she was a fair maid (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| Backside Albany tan Lake Champlain (fl) |
86-88 |
4 |
| Says Sammy, the Tailor, to me (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Waves of old Ocean's the field of the brave, The (fl) |
89-90 |
4 |
| Life let us cherish, while the taper glows (fl) |
90-91 |
4 |
| Mr. Orator Puff had two tones in his voice (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| No more of your blathering nonsense (fl) |
93-95 |
4 |
| O you, whose lives on land are pass'd (fl) |
95 |
3 |
| My darling, says Pat, to his spouse on his lap (fl) |
96-97 |
5 |
| What's all the world to me (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
98-99 |
2 |
| Potatoes grow at Limerick and Beef at Ballymore (fl) |
99-101 |
9 |
| O, think on my fate! once I credit enjoy'd (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| You've heard of a frog in an opera hat (fl) |
103-104 |
5 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Hail Columbia! happy Land! (fl) |
105-107 |
5 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The (fl) |
107-108 |
10 |
| Hail! to the chief, who in triumph advances (fl) |
108-110 |
4 |
| Hail to our Chief! now he's wet through with whiskey (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| On Linden, when the sun was low (fl) |
111-112 |
8 |
| Hallow'd the birth day of liberty's nation (fl) |
112-113 |
2 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
113-114 |
5 |
| O'er the mountains the sun of our fame was declining (fl) |
115-116 |
4 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| Fair face of morning when sudden clouds cover, The (fl) |
117-118 |
5 |
| Now we are free of college rules (fl) |
118-120 |
7 |
| Of Nelson and the north (fl) |
120-123 |
8 |
| When lightnings pierce the pitchy sky (fl) |
123-124 |
4 |
| Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled (fl) |
124-125 |
6 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howling (fl) |
125-126 |
4 |
| Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin (fl) |
126-127 |
2 |
| Poor negro say one thing you take no offence (fl) |
127-128 |
4 |
| When first a little smouchy, no higher than as that (fl) |
128-130 |
4 |
| To Liberty's enraptur'd sight (fl) |
130-131 |
4 |
| Since you call for a song (fl) |
131-133 |
3 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
134-136 |
7 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
136-138 |
8 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
138-141 |
9 |
| Sir Jerry Go-Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
141-142 |
4 |
| Cobler liv'd in York, and a merry man was he, A (fl) |
142-144 |
3 |
| Oh! nothing in life can sadden us (fl) |
144-146 |
4 |
| Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note (fl) |
146-147 |
8 |
| There lives a lassie on the brae (fl) |
147-149 |
12 |
| When Adam was stationed in Eden's fair bower (fl) |
149-151 |
8 |
| And did you ne'er hear of an Irish hay-maker (fl) |
151-152 |
4 |
| When I was at home with my father and mother (fl) |
153 |
3 |
| Our bugles sung truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd (fl) |
154 |
3 |
| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
155 |
4 |
| In storms when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
156 |
3 |