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| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
1-2 |
3 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
2-3 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
3-4 |
6 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
4-5 |
4 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must go (fl) |
5-6 |
2 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
7-9 |
7 |
| Ye lingering winds that feebly blow (fl) |
9-10 |
5 |
| On the point of a rock jutting o'er the green ocean (fl) |
10-11 |
4 |
| Sun when arising, bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| Tho tender and young, yet my eyesight is gone (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| Oh! The days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| Oh! Say, from thy bosom why heaves the soft sigh (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| Moon was beaming silver birght, The (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Oh! Think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
16-17 |
6 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| 'Twas autumn, and round me the leaves were descending (fl) |
19-20 |
5 |
| Go gentle sigh to ease my breast (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| When the warrior returns from the battle afar (fl) |
21-23 |
5 |
| Here mark a poor desolate maid (fl) |
23 |
2 |
| Columbia how bright is the fresh blooming wreath (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| What's this dull town to me? (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| O, fair rose of morning, the sun in mild splendour (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
26-27 |
2 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May-day (fl) |
27-29 |
5 |
| Loudon's bonny woods and braes (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| O'er highlands and lowlands to chase the fleet deer (fl) |
30-31 |
2 |
| Irishman carries his heart in his hand, An (fl) |
31-32 |
6 |
| In a little blue garment, all ragged and torn (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| Swift fly the hours, when in youth's happy days (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Merrily each bosom boundeth (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| Come tell me, blue-ey'd stranger (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| From Roslin Castle's echoing walls (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Whenever a lad, that's good humour'd and free (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| If the stock of our bliss is in stranger's hands vested (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| O dear to my soul are thy scenes, lovely vale (fl) |
41 |
4 |
| If thou wilt gang wi' me awa' (fl) |
42 |
2 |
| Now wilt thou gang wi me, my lass? (fl) |
42-43 |
2 |
| Mary, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow! (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Though pure are the joys that from melody flow (fl) |
44 |
2 |
| Oh! Did you not hear of Kate Kearney (fl) |
44-45 |
2 |
| O yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
45-46 |
2 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that where e'er we rove (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| Oh! Roses are sweet on the beds where they grow (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| My Cecil's heart is full of love (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| Fairest maid on Devon's banks! (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| When I trace back the scenes of my juvenile days (fl) |
50 |
6 |
| Strew, virgins, the cypress o'er Washington's bier (fl) |
51 |
4 |
| For Mary who feels not a tender concern! (fl) |
51-52 |
3 |
| O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| What can a young lassie, what should a young lassie (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
54 |
3 |
| Tell me, where's the vi'let fled (fl) |
55-56 |
6 |
| Lord, what care I for mam or dad (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| When Charley did his love confess (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| I have a green purse, and a wee pickle gowd (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Lass that would know how to manage a man (fl) |
59-60 |
6 |
| Young Allan rode slowly across the green heath (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| 'Tis I have seven braw new gowns (fl) |
61-62 |
5 |
| Dearest girl, I long have lov'd you (fl) |
63-64 |
7 |
| Why mourn ye, why mourn ye those flowers around (fl) |
64-65 |
8 |
| You Philander woo'd me lang (fl) |
66-67 |
6 |
| Frozen streets in moonshine glitter, The (fl) |
67-68 |
5 |
| Oh, thou upon whose bosom dear (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Tar's a jolly tar, that can hand, reef, and steer, The (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| Jockey said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou do't (fl) |
72 |
4 |
| In our cottage that peeps from the skirts of the wood (fl) |
72-73 |
3 |
| I am a brisk young lively lass (fl) |
73-75 |
5 |
| Mr. Po was a man of great riches and fame (fl) |
75-76 |
5 |
| It was the charming month of May (fl) |
76-77 |
4 |
| When Johnny Gubbins courted me, no girl so pleas'd as I (fl) |
77 |
2 |
| To Mary's sad story, give ear, gentle stranger (fl) |
78 |
4 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| Returning from the fair one eve (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| How hard the fate o' womankind (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| O! When shall I visit the land of my birth (fl) |
81-82 |
2 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
82-83 |
6 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| When lovers are too daring grown (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| With ceaseless care we court our charms (fl) |
85-87 |
7 |
| When first I ken'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
87-88 |
5 |
| Ye virgins attend, believe me your friend (fl) |
88-89 |
5 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| Down the burn and thro' the mead (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| But are you sure the news is true? (fl) |
91-92 |
9 |
| Blow cheerful, ye winds, till my Henry returns (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| My bonny sailor won my mind! (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Topsail shimers in the wind, The (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gaz'd (fl) |
95-96 |
4 |
| If a kiss be delightful, so tempting my lips (fl) |
96 |
4 |
| To her daughter t'other day (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| Young Johnny Mac Clean lov'd Jenny Mac Griggor (fl) |
97-98 |
4 |
| What can a woman poor thing, do? (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the beach, as sailors tell (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| When Robin dress'd out in his holyday clothes (fl) |
100-101 |
2 |
| My seventeenth year scarce over, blythe Damon a wooing came (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| One morning, o'er the meadow green (fl) |
102-103 |
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| Bonny Charley, hie thee frae' me (fl) |
103-104 |
2 |
| Wilt thou say farewell love, and from Rose part (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around (fl) |
105-106 |
8 |
| Oh! Think not the maid upon whom you scorn (fl) |
106-107 |
2 |
| Oh heard ye yon pibrach sound sad in the gale (fl) |
107-108 |
8 |
| Let topers drain the flowing bowl (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| My bonny brave lad has forsaken the plain (fl) |
109-110 |
3 |
| There's something in kissing, I cannot tell why (fl) |
110 |
2 |
| True-hearted was he, the swain of the Yarrow (fl) |
111 |
4 |
| Why should the sailor take a wife (fl) |
111-113 |
5 |
| Tell me ye maids, have you seen (fl) |
113-114 |
4 |
| Sure woman's to be pitied (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
115-117 |
8 |
| Young Roger is a bonny lad (fl) |
117-118 |
3 |
| Ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Guardian angels now protect me (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| When I was a pert little miss in my teens (fl) |
120-121 |
3 |
| One evening of late young Colin I met (fl) |
121-122 |
5 |
| Bonnie Lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go (fl) |
122-123 |
5 |
| When lav'rocs sweet and yellow broom (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
124-125 |
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| Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep (fl) |
125-126 |
4 |
| Oh, lady fair, where art thou roaming? (fl) |
126-127 |
10 |
| Will you gang o'er the lee rig (fl) |
127-128 |
5 |
| Dearest youth, why thus away (fl) |
129 |
2 |
| Oh! Send Me Lewis Gordon Hame (fl) |
129-130 |
4 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
130-131 |
4 |
| Sure a lass in her bloom at the age of nineteen (fl) |
131-132 |
5 |
| When Charles was deceiv'd by the maid he loved (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| I saw thy form in youthful pride (fl) |
133-134 |
6 |
| She is far from the land, where her hero sleeps (fl) |
134-135 |
4 |
| Here's the bower she lov'd so much (fl) |
135-136 |
2 |
| When time who steals our years away (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| Maiden lov'd a sailor, his name was fickle Will, A (fl) |
137-138 |
3 |
| When 'midst the gay I meet (fl) |
138-139 |
2 |
| Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns (fl) |
139-140 |
2 |
| One night the north wind loud did blow (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor (fl) |
141 |
5 |
| Matchless is the girl I love (fl) |
142 |
2 |
| Young Jemmie came adown the glen (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| Wind it blows cold, I am wet with the rain, The (fl) |
143-144 |
3 |
| Could'st thou look as dear as when (fl) |
144 |
2 |
| When first you courted me, I own (fl) |
145 |
2 |
| In Glasgow town my mither dwells (fl) |
145-146 |
3 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
146-147 |
4 |
| When first I met thee, warm and young (fl) |
147-148 |
4 |
| O! Logie of Buchan O! Logie the laird (fl) |
149 |
5 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
150 |
2 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
150-151 |
3 |
| O wae to the warriors! They cause me to moan (fl) |
151-152 |
8 |
| Hence from me, ye senseless toys (fl) |
153-154 |
4 |
| We'll breathe not a kiss to the tell-tale air (fl) |
154 |
3 |
| From deep-mourning Wallabout, hark the loud pealing (fl) |
73 |
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| Hero may perish his country to save, The (fl) |
77 |
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| Oh! Hudson side is green again (fl) |
77 |
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| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
78 |
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| Oh! there is, down in yonder vale (fl) |
78 |
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| Oh, Scotia! frae thy streams an' braes (fl) |
79 |
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| Together let us range the fields (fl) |
79 |
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| Oh! rose are sweet on the beds where they grow (fl) |
80 |
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| My Mary! in that time of the year (fl) |
80 |
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| To liberty's enraptur'd sight (fl) |
81 |
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| Shout is gone forth, hark the deep-singing hound, The (fl) |
82 |
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| Now mounted---so ho---away let us go (fl) |
82 |
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| My darling, says Pat, to his spouse on his lap (fl) |
83 |
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| Adown a green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
83 |
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| Paddy Shannon high mounted on his trotting little pony (fl) |
83 |
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| War, that for a space did fail, The (fl) |
84 |
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| Our country is our ship, d'ye see (fl) |
84 |
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| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
85 |
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| Peaceful slum'bring on the ocean (fl) |
85 |
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| Mary, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow (fl) |
86 |
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| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
86 |
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| Saw ye my wee thing! Saw ye mine ain thing (fl) |
87 |
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| Twas night, and the farmer, his fire-side near (fl) |
88 |
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| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The (fl) |
88 |
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| You've heard of a frog in an opera hat (fl) |
89 |
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| Here lies Thomas Huddlestone. Reader don't smile (fl) |
89 |
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| Where shall the lover rest (fl) |
90 |
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| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
91 |
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| Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note (fl) |
92 |
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| Spotless maid is like the blooming rose, The (fl) |
92 |
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| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
93 |
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| When the rose-bud of summer its beauties bestowing (fl) |
93 |
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| Oh! did you not hear of Kate Kearney (fl) |
94 |
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| Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
94 |
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| Look neighbours, look (fl) |
95 |
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| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
95 |
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| Woman, the Grecian sage defines (fl) |
96 |
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| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
96 |
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