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| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
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| When rolling orbs from chaos sprung (fl) |
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| Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd (fl) |
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| Is there a heart that never lov'd (fl) |
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| Living echo! bird of eve (fl) |
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| Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
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| If life, like a bubble, evaporates fast (fl) |
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| With my pipe in one hand, and my jug in the other (fl) |
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| Cobler liv'd in York, and a merry man was he (fl) |
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| And did you ne'er hear of an Irish hay-maker (fl) |
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| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
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| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun (fl) |
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| What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie (fl) |
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| O! whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad (fl) |
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| Oh! nothing in life can sadden us (fl) |
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| Tell me, babbling echo, why (fl) |
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| Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
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| Charming maid of Lodi, The (fl) |
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| My heart with love is beating (fl) |
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| Our cot was shelter'd in a wood (fl) |
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| Did you mark the proud tear drop that fell from that eye (fl) |
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| Oh! if thou wilt gang wi' me awa' (fl) |
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| Last night I sat me down and cried (fl) |
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| My Cecil's heart is full of love (fl) |
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| Like the gloom of night retiring (fl) |
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| Young Love flew to the Paphian bower (fl) |
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| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
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| Sea was rough, the clouds were dark, The (fl) |
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| Oh, Liberty! thou that with eye darkly glowing (fl) |
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| When freedom first the triumph sung (fl) |
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| Come tell me, blue ey'd stranger (fl) |
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| Claudine liv'd contented, and peace crown'd her lot (fl) |
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| Gaily! gaily! gaily! (fl) |
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| How canst thou smile at my despair (fl) |
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| To sigh---yet feel no pain (fl) |
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| If thou art to be won by eyes (fl) |
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| King George the third once ax'd our foaks (fl) |
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| Peruvians awake to glory (fl) |
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| When the sheep are in the fauld and the ky at hame (fl) |
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| North breeze blew keenly, and deep was the gloom, The (fl) |
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| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
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| O'er the mountains the sun of our fame was declining (fl) |
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| 'Twas on the spot in ancient lore, oft nam'd (fl) |
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| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
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| It ofttimes has been told (fl) |
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| O'er the bosom of Erie, in fanciful pride (fl) |
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| Now coil up your nonsense 'bout England's great navy (fl) |
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| On the banks of the Schuylkill so pleasant and gay (fl) |
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| Rest, weary traveller, rest thee to-day (fl) |
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| Fair one take this rose and wreath it (fl) |
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| You say my cottage incomplete (fl) |
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| Argyle is my name, and you may think it strange (fl) |
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| Boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny Stream, A (fl) |
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| Nightingale Club in a village was held, The (fl) |
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| Since you call for a song (fl) |
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| When I was at home with my father and mother (fl) |
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| When Love gets you fast in her clutches (fl) |
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| Here lies a philosopher, knowing and brave (fl) |
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| Od's blood what a time for a seaman to skulk (fl) |
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| Should e'er the fortune be my lot (fl) |
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| When William Tell was doom'd to die (fl) |
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| My blue ey'd maid within thy bow'r (fl) |
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| Within a bow'r a lady gay (fl) |
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| He was fam'd for deeds of arms (fl) |
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| When life looks lone and dreary (fl) |
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| On this cold flinty rock, I will lay down my head (fl) |
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| Where's the rosy smile you gave me (fl) |
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| Traveller stopt at a widow's gate, A (fl) |
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| I've sail'd to the west, to thwe south, and the east (fl) |
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| Thine I am, thine I am, my faithful fair (fl) |
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| There is a proverb ferry old (fl) |
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| Hail, Columbia! patriot nation (fl) |
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| Hark! the hollow woods resounding (fl) |
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| O'er highlands and lowlands to chase the fleet deer (fl) |
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| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
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| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
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| What airy sounds (fl) |
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| Blest spirits of our fathers! smile (fl) |
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| Haste, Love! the storm is rising fast (fl) |
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| Freedom's Jubilee again (fl) |
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| Swift fly the hours, when in youth's happy day (fl) |
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| All hail to the birth of the happiest land (fl) |
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| Soldier tir'd of war's alarms, The (fl) |
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| Twas Monmouth fair---the sun shone bright (fl) |
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| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
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| By a murmuring brook, in a valley's deep shade (fl) |
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| When Mora eye be drown'd wid tear (fl) |
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| Behold! behold! in his soft expressive face (fl) |
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| When the hollow drum has beat to bed (fl) |
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| Slow broke the light, and sweet breath'd the morn (fl) |
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| Fair face of morning when sudden clouds cover, The (fl) |
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| O dear to my soul are thy scenes, lovely vale (fl) |
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| Our bugles sung truce, for the night cloud had lower'd (fl) |
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| No more, by sorrow chas'd, my heart (fl) |
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| Ye sons of free Columbia, whose fathers dar'd the waves (fl) |
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| There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man (fl) |
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| Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue (fl) |
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| Wind it blows cold, I am wet with the rain, The (fl) |
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| When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor (fl) |
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| Oh! sleep sweet babe; with reason sleep (fl) |
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| Young Jemmie came adown the Glen (fl) |
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| Here's to the maiden of blushing fifteen (fl) |
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| How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain (fl) |
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| There's a diff'rence to be seen 'twixt a beggar and a queen (fl) |
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| Angels ever bright and fair (fl) |
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| If to force me to sing it be your intention (fl) |
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| Farewell to the land, where the gloom of my glory (fl) |
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| From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested (fl) |
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| Lost and bewilder'd in the storm (fl) |
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| What's all the world to me (fl) |
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| Begone, dull care, I pr'ythee begone from me (fl) |
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| How stands the glass around (fl) |
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| Cloth taken out, and fresh liquor brought in, The (fl) |
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| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
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| From deep-mourning Wallabout, hark the loud pealing (fl) |
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| Hero may perish his country to save, The (fl) |
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| Oh! Hudson side is green again (fl) |
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| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
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| Oh! there is, down in yonder vale (fl) |
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| Oh, Scotia! frae thy streams an' braes (fl) |
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| Together let us range the fields (fl) |
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| Oh! rose are sweet on the beds where they grow (fl) |
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| My Mary! in that time of the year (fl) |
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| To liberty's enraptur'd sight (fl) |
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| Shout is gone forth, hark the deep-singing hound, The (fl) |
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| Now mounted---so ho---away let us go (fl) |
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| My darling, says Pat, to his spouse on his lap (fl) |
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| Adown a green valley there liv'd an old maid (fl) |
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| Paddy Shannon high mounted on his trotting little pony (fl) |
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| War, that for a space did fail, The (fl) |
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| Our country is our ship, d'ye see (fl) |
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| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
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| Peaceful slum'bring on the ocean (fl) |
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| Mary, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow (fl) |
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| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
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| Saw ye my wee thing! Saw ye mine ain thing (fl) |
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| Twas night, and the farmer, his fire-side near (fl) |
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| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The (fl) |
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| You've heard of a frog in an opera hat (fl) |
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| Here lies Thomas Huddlestone. Reader don't smile (fl) |
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| Where shall the lover rest (fl) |
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| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
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| Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note (fl) |
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| Spotless maid is like the blooming rose, The (fl) |
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| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
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| When the rose-bud of summer its beauties bestowing (fl) |
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| Oh! did you not hear of Kate Kearney (fl) |
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| Oh! yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
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| Look neighbours, look (fl) |
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| Young Lobski said to his ugly wife (fl) |
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| Woman, the Grecian sage defines (fl) |
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| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
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| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
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| Believe not, sweet maiden, that all love is fleeting (fl) |
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| Awake the harp's slumber to pleasure's soft lay (fl) |
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| Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair (fl) |
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| In Glasgow town my Mither dwells (fl) |
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| Only tell her that I love (fl) |
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| When first you courted me, I own (fl) |
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| Oh! when I breath'd a last adieu (fl) |
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| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
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| Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row (fl) |
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| Oh! the hours that I've pass'd in the arms of my dear (fl) |
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| Why weep thus, dear Norah, will Patrick deceive thee (fl) |
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| In a cottage enbosom'd within a deep shade (fl) |
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| Go to Jane Glover (fl) |
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| London's bonnie woods and braes (fl) |
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| Sun, when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
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| Sweet the scenes which here I view (fl) |
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| Though pure are the joys that from melody flow (fl) |
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| When lightnings pierce the pitchy sky (fl) |
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| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
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| Returning home across the plain (fl) |
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| I dream'd that in the Paphian groves (fl) |
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| Drink to her who long (fl) |
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| In a little blue garment, all ragged and torn (fl) |
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| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
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| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The (fl) |
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| If the stock of our bliss is in stranger's hands vested (fl) |
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| O, wae to the warriors! they cause me to mourn (fl) |
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| While Phoebus reposes in Thetis's bosom (fl) |
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| World is a stage, where all men engage, The (fl) |
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| When we dwell on the kiss of a lass we adore (fl) |
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| Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play (fl) |
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| Wha wadna be in love (fl) |
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| Boat, a boat, to cross the Ferry (fl) |
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| Sweet is the ship that, under sail (fl) |
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| I married a wife, who cares says I (fl) |
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| To the court of old Neptune, the god of the sea (fl) |
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| It blew great guns, when gallant Tom (fl) |
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| I love a lad, a handsome lad (fl) |
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| Boatswain's shrill whistle pip'd all hands ahoy, The (fl) |
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| Warrior came down from his tent on the hill, The (fl) |
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| Mary, dear Mary, list! awake! (fl) |
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| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
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| Adieu, my native land, adieu (fl) |
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| Can I forget the silent tears (fl) |
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| World is a well-furnished table, The (fl) |
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| Ah! do not say you'll leave me, love (fl) |
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| Tell me not that love has stings (fl) |
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| Go, gentle sigh, to ease my breast (fl) |
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| I sing the Maid of Lodi (fl) |
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| O! have you not heard of a story (fl) |
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| Luck in life, or good or bad (fl) |
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| Little old woman was taken ill, A (fl) |
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| Miss Margery Muggins she was a fair maid (fl) |
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| When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd (fl) |
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| When first from Kilkenny, as fresh as a daisy (fl) |
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| Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin (fl) |
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| When little on the village green (fl) |
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| Dear Kathleen, you no doubt (fl) |
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| Hail the rosy smile of morning (fl) |
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| One morning very early (fl) |
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| O! you whose lives on land are pass'd (fl) |
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| Lark melodious sung above, The (fl) |
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| Where is the nymph of the azure eye (fl) |
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| Cobler I am, and my name is Dick Awl (fl) |
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| Come, tell me, says Rosa, as kissing and kiss'd (fl) |
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| Come hither, ye belles, aye, and likewise ye beaux (fl) |
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| I rise with the morn, I contemplate the sun (fl) |
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| Scarce had the purple gleam of day (fl) |
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| Since honour bids my soldier go (fl) |
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| Hark! hark! the trumpet sounds afar (fl) |
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| Mr. Peter Snout was invited out (fl) |
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| I'm a poor country lad, though humble's my lot (fl) |
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