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Page |
Verses |
| To the court of old Neptune, the god of the sea (fl) |
121 |
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| It blew great guns, when gallant Tom (fl) |
122 |
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| I love a lad, a handsome lad (fl) |
122 |
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| Boatswain's shrill whistle pip'd all hands ahoy, The (fl) |
123 |
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| Warrior came down from his tent on the hill, The (fl) |
123 |
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| Mary, dear Mary, list! awake! (fl) |
124 |
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| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
125 |
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| Adieu, my native land, adieu (fl) |
125 |
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| Can I forget the silent tears (fl) |
126 |
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| World is a well-furnished table, The (fl) |
126 |
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| Ah! do not say you'll leave me, love (fl) |
127 |
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| Tell me not that love has stings (fl) |
127 |
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| Go, gentle sigh, to ease my breast (fl) |
128 |
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| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
128 |
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| O! have you not heard of a story (fl) |
129 |
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| Luck in life, or good or bad (fl) |
131 |
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| Little old woman was taken ill, A (fl) |
131 |
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| Miss Margery Muggins she was a fair maid (fl) |
132 |
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| When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd (fl) |
134 |
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| When first from Kilkenny, as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
134 |
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| Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin (fl) |
135 |
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| When little on the village green (fl) |
135 |
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| Dear Kathleen, you no doubt (fl) |
136 |
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| Hail the rosy smile of morning (fl) |
136 |
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| One morning very early (fl) |
137 |
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| O! you whose lives on land are pass'd (fl) |
137 |
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| Lark melodious sung above, The (fl) |
138 |
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| Where is the nymph of the azure eye (fl) |
138 |
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| Cobler I am, and my name is Dick Awl (fl) |
139 |
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| Come, tell me, says Rosa, as kissing and kiss'd (fl) |
140 |
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| Come hither, ye belles, aye, and likewise ye beaux (fl) |
141 |
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| I rise with the morn, I contemplate the sun (fl) |
141 |
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| Scarce had the purple gleam of day (fl) |
142 |
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| Since honour bids my soldier go (fl) |
142 |
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| Hark! hark! the trumpet sounds afar (fl) |
142 |
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| Mr. Peter Snout was invited out (fl) |
143 |
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| I'm a poor country lad, though humble's my lot (fl) |
144 |
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