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| In Britain's isle-when freedom's name (fl) |
x1-x5 |
10 |
| Come, Sisters of the tuneful train (fl) |
x6-x7 |
8 |
| Slowly strike the solemn bell (fl) |
x7 |
3 |
| How happy he, who sinks to rest (fl) |
x8 |
6 |
| To Anacreon in heaven where he sat in full glee (fl) |
1-3 |
6 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
3-6 |
12 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
6-8 |
6 |
| Of the ancients in speaking my soul you'll be after (fl) |
8-9 |
5 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
9-10 |
6 |
| 'Tis said we venturous die hards when we leave the shore (fl) |
10-12 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Come all hands ahoy to the anchor (fl) |
13-14 |
6 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul (fl) |
15-16 |
5 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| Sainted shades, who dar'd to brave (fl) |
17-19 |
4 |
| To Bachelor's-Hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
19-20 |
5 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
21-22 |
5 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
22-24 |
5 |
| Thro' life's short journey passing (fl) |
24 |
4 |
| In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote (fl) |
25-29 |
12 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
26 |
1 |
| Why, Moses, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
27 |
1 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
27 |
1 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
28 |
1 |
| Oh dear, what can the matter be? (fl) |
28 |
1 |
| One moon-shiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
29-31 |
7 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
31-32 |
2 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
32 |
2 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| When Bibo went down to the regions below (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
36-37 |
6 |
| My heart is as honest and brave as the best (fl) |
37-38 |
2 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
38 |
3 |
| When lovers are too daring grown (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| When the fancy stirring bowl (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| When once the gods, like us below (fl) |
42 |
5 |
| [One sweet May-morn in woody dale] (fl) |
43 |
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| [Tho' far beyond the mountains] (fl) |
44 |
|
| [Trees seem to fade, The] (fl) |
45 |
|
| [One kind kiss before we part] (fl) |
46 |
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| Topsails shiver in the wind (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| Ma chere amie, my charming fair (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| Poets may sing of their Helicon streams (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought (fl) |
52-54 |
9 |
| Columbians all, the present hour (fl) |
55 |
4 |
| When our great sires this land explor'd (fl) |
56-57 |
8 |
| Come hail the day, ye sons of mirth (fl) |
57-59 |
8 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O hail the great day (fl) |
59-60 |
5 |
| To the gods, who preside o'er the nations below (fl) |
60-62 |
8 |
| Lo! I quit my native skies (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| While Europe is wrapt in the horrors of war (fl) |
64-66 |
7 |
| There's Ichabod has come to town (fl) |
66-69 |
10 |
| When our enemies rise and defiance proclaim (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| Great Washington, the hero's come (fl) |
69-71 |
12 |
| Come genius of our happy land (fl) |
72 |
5 |
| Life's as like as can be to an Irish Wake (fl) |
73-75 |
4 |
| When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood (fl) |
75-77 |
12 |
| I sing Columbia's nation's boast (fl) |
77-78 |
3 |
| When Freedom was banish'd from Greece and from Rome (fl) |
78-79 |
4 |
| This life is like a country dance (fl) |
79-81 |
5 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| I was, d'ye see, a waterman (fl) |
82-84 |
4 |
| Hibernia's sons, the patriot band (fl) |
84 |
3 |
| Our fathers left a race of kings (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs d'ye see (fl) |
85-87 |
4 |
| When Jack parted from me to plow the salt deep (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| What cheer my dear Poll---didn't I tell you as how (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Poor Jack, whose gay heart kept his spirits aloft (fl) |
89-91 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| Attention pray give, while of Hobbies I sing (fl) |
92-93 |
7 |
| Turban'd Turk who scorns the world, The (fl) |
94 |
3 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
94-95 |
3 |
| Say, have you in the village seen (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Faint and wearliy the way-worn traveller (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| While o'er Europe's fairest regions (fl) |
97-99 |
9 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| For Columbia, when with fav'ring gales (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| With my jug in one hand & my pipe in the other (fl) |
102 |
2 |
| My heart's soft emotion admits no disguise (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world around (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
105-106 |
3 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| When I was a younker, I was apprentic'd (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| Hail Liberty, supreme delight (fl) |
109-110 |
4 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
110 |
3 |
| Her mouth, with a smile (fl) |
110-111 |
2 |
| Our country is our ship, d' ye see (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
112-113 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Streamlet that flow'd around her cot, The (fl) |
114 |
2 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
114-115 |
3 |
| Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
115 |
2 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
116-117 |
5 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
117-119 |
6 |
| At dead of night, the hour when courts (fl) |
120 |
4 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
121 |
4 |
| Of a' the airs the win' can blaw (fl) |
122-123 |
6 |
| Though oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| Yes, Beda, thus Beda, when I melancholy grow (fl) |
124-125 |
2 |
| Fond husband will, after a conjugal strife, A (fl) |
125-126 |
4 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O! (fl) |
126-127 |
6 |
| There were farmer Thrasher and he had a cow (fl) |
131-132 |
11 |