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Page |
Verses |
Hail, godlike Washington |
1-4 |
13 |
Music, how pow'rful is thy charm |
4-5 |
5 |
Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
5-6 |
5 |
Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
6-9 |
22 |
Will ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion |
9-10 |
4 |
On Ettrick banks, in a summer's night [sic] |
10-11 |
4 |
Shepherds I have lost my love |
11-12 |
2 |
Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
12-13 |
6 |
Once more I'll tune the vocal shell |
13-14 |
5 |
Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play |
14-15 |
5 |
Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore |
15-16 |
5 |
To arms! ye brave mortals, to arms |
16 |
2 |
By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay |
16-17 |
6 |
At Totterdown hill there dwelt an old pair |
18 |
4 |
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
19-20 |
8 |
One morning very early, one morning in the spring |
20-21 |
6 |
Guardian angels, now protect me |
21-22 |
3 |
Some how my spindle I mislaid |
22-23 |
3 |
When lav'rocks sweet, and yellow broom |
23 |
3 |
Encompass'd in an angel's frame |
23-24 |
4 |
What beauties does Flora disclose? |
24-25 |
4 |
How blest has my time been? what joys have I known [sic] |
26 |
5 |
'Twas when the seas were roaring |
26-28 |
5 |
A courting I went to my love |
28 |
6 |
Topsail shivers in the wind, The |
28-29 |
4 |
Pride of all nature was sweet Willy O, The |
29-30 |
5 |
As bringing home the other day |
30-31 |
3 |
Come, now, all ye social pow'rs |
31-32 |
5 |
How happy a state does the miller possess |
32-33 |
3 |
When trees did bud, and fields were green |
33-34 |
4 |
One day I heard Mary say, how shall I leave thee? |
34 |
4 |
Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall. A |
35-36 |
7 |
When Damon languish'd at my feet |
36 |
2 |
Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The |
36-37 |
3 |
Merry may the maid be |
37-38 |
4 |
My days have been so wondrous free |
38-39 |
8 |
I've been the smiling of fortune beguiling |
39-40 |
4 |
As Jamie gay gang'd blyth his way |
40-41 |
4 |
I am a blade both free and easy |
41-42 |
5 |
My Peggy is a young thing |
42-43 |
4 |
Lawland lads think they are fine, The |
43-44 |
7 |
How blyth ilk morn, was I to see |
44-45 |
8 |
When innocence and beauty meet |
45-46 |
4 |
Come live with me, and be my love |
46-47 |
6 |
Busy, curious thirst fly |
47 |
2 |
Adieu, ye jovial youths, who join |
47-48 |
4 |
I envy not the proud their wealth |
48 |
5 |
In infancy our days were blest |
49 |
2 |
Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The |
49-51 |
5 |
I envy not the mighty great |
51 |
3 |
No glory I covet, no riches I want |
51-52 |
5 |
'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
52-53 |
5 |
Sure a lass in her bloom, at the age of nineteen |
53-54 |
5 |
Let the tempest of war |
54-55 |
3 |
My name's Ted Blarney I'll be bound |
55 |
3 |
I once was a maiden as fresh as a rose |
55-56 |
4 |
In good King Charles's golden days |
56-58 |
6 |
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer |
58-60 |
9 |
Gently stir and blow the fire |
60 |
3 |
When first this humble roof I knew |
61 |
2 |
When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me |
61-62 |
2 |
Since ev'ry charm on earth combin'd |
62 |
5 |
When summer comes, the swains on Tweed |
62-63 |
4 |
Down the bourne and thro' the mead |
63-64 |
3 |
As you mean to set sail for the land of delight |
64-65 |
4 |
At the sign of the horse old Spintext of course |
65-67 |
16 |
Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The |
67-68 |
4 |
O the days when I was young |
68-69 |
3 |
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
69 |
3 |
Here's to the lass of bashful fifteen |
70 |
4 |
In Jacky Bull, when bound for France |
70-71 |
2 |
Amo, amas, I love a lass |
71-72 |
3 |
Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The |
72-73 |
5 |
How imperfect is expression |
73-74 |
3 |
Come, come my jolly lads |
74 |
2 |
'Twas I learn'd a pretty song in France |
75-76 |
5 |
I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
76 |
4 |
Return, enraptur'd hours |
77 |
3 |
Since Kathleen has prov'd so untrue |
77-78 |
3 |
Dear Kathleen, you, no doubt |
78-79 |
3 |
When Delia on the plain appears |
79 |
5 |
Why, Collin, must your Laura mourn |
80 |
3 |
From the brook and the willow forsaking the plain |
80-81 |
3 |
Why heaves my fond bosom, ah! what can it mean |
81 |
3 |
O'er desart plains and rushy meers |
81-82 |
4 |
Adieu! ye verdant lawns and bow'rs |
82 |
3 |
Beneath a green grove, a lovely young swain |
83 |
4 |
As passing by a shady grove |
84 |
3 |
I sigh and lament me in vain |
84-85 |
3 |
And did you not hear of a jolly young waterman |
85-86 |
3 |
Let grave divines preach up dull rules |
86-87 |
6 |
Adieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains! |
87-88 |
4 |
Ye sons of Mars, attend |
88 |
3 |
In a mouldering cave, where the wretched retreat |
88-89 |
4 |
There was an old man, and though 'tis not common |
89-90 |
8 |
Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
90-91 |
8 |
Friendship to every willing mind |
93-94 |
5 |
Says Plato why should man be vain |
94 |
3 |
Since love is the plan |
95 |
2 |
Lovely nymph now cease to languish |
95-96 |
4 |
Banish sorrow grief and folly |
96-97 |
3 |
I Delia's beauties would disclose |
97-98 |
9 |
No shepherdess of all the plain |
99 |
4 |
I sing the beauties that adorn |
99-100 |
4 |
Hyla's the sweetest maid on earth |
100 |
6 |
Let the gay ones and great |
101 |
2 |
Last Valentine's day when bright Phoebus shone clear |
101-102 |
6 |
Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too |
102-103 |
3 |
Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
103-104 |
3 |
Were I as poor as wretch can be |
104 |
2 |
All on the pleasant banks of Tweed |
104-105 |
4 |
Lord! sir, you seem mighty uneasy |
105-106 |
2 |
Say, little foolish, fluttering thing |
106 |
1 |
My Jockey is the blithest lad |
106-107 |
3 |
Was I a shepherd's maid, to keep |
107 |
1 |
My shepherd is gone far away o'er the plain |
107-108 |
3 |
From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise |
108-109 |
4 |
Maidens, let your lovers languish |
109 |
3 |
I'll sing of my lover all night and all day |
109-110 |
6 |
As my cow I was milking just now in the vale |
110-111 |
4 |
From morning till night, and wherever I go |
111-112 |
5 |
Lord, what care I for mam and dad? |
112 |
5 |
Tho' prudence may press me |
113 |
2 |
When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at home |
113-114 |
5 |
Summer it was smiling, nature round was gay, The |
114-116 |
8 |
'Twas in the dead of night, soon after Jeanie wed |
116-117 |
3 |
When first my dear laddie gade to the green hill |
117-118 |
3 |
Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The |
118-119 |
4 |
That Jenny's my friend, my delight and my pride |
119-120 |
5 |
Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear |
120 |
2 |
Let the tempest of war |
120-121 |
2 |
As down on Banna's banks I stray'd |
121-122 |
7 |
Wherever, I'm going and all the day long |
122-123 |
5 |
Sweet sensibility! to every charm |
123-124 |
3 |
Of all the fine things that the gay celebrate |
124 |
4 |
Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove |
125 |
4 |
How stands the glass around? |
126 |
3 |
Ye virgins attend |
126-127 |
5 |
Oh! the days when I was young! |
127-128 |
3 |
Come, ye party jangling swains |
128-129 |
3 |
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
129-130 |
5 |
See the conquering hero comes |
130 |
2 |
What a charming thing's a battle! |
130-131 |
3 |
Master I have, and I am his mate, A |
131-132 |
6 |
Hark! hark! sweet lass, the trumpet sounds |
132 |
4 |
Go! tuneful bird, that glads the skies |
133 |
2 |
I dreamt I saw a piteous sight |
133-134 |
8 |
How oft, beneath yon artless bow'r |
134-135 |
4 |
Eliza, once in prospect fair |
135-136 |
8 |
Your ancient bards, like rustic swains |
136-138 |
7 |
Cease, tyrant of my flaming bosom, cease |
138 |
5 |
When hope endears a lover's pain |
139 |
1 |
When swallows lay their eggs in snow |
139 |
2 |
As in the glowing noon of day |
139-140 |
4 |
What is a poet, Sir? you Sir? no Sir |
140 |
3 |
Hark! hark! o'er the plains what glad tumults we hear! |
141-142 |
8 |
Well met, jolly fellows, well met |
142 |
2 |
Oh! what pleasures will abound |
143 |
2 |
Since you mean to hire for service |
143 |
3 |
Man who in his breast contains, The |
143-144 |
4 |
Little Muses come and cry |
144-145 |
4 |
Behold on the brow the leaves play in the breeze |
145-146 |
8 |
My banks are all furnish'd with bees |
146-147 |
3 |
Thou soft flowing Avon! by thy silver stream |
147-148 |
4 |
Teach me, ye nine, to sing of tea |
148 |
2 |
Farewell, the smoaky town, adieu |
148-149 |
4 |
Few years ago, in the days of my grannum, A |
149-150 |
3 |
As Jockey was trudging the meadows so gay |
150-151 |
4 |
As t' other day milking I sat in the vale |
151 |
5 |
By the gayly circling glass |
152 |
2 |
Come bustle, bustle, drink about |
152-153 |
7 |
From Scotia's land he came |
153-154 |
2 |
Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
154-155 |
9 |
Dear heart! what a terrible life am I led! |
155-156 |
|
How happy were my days till now! |
156 |
3 |
Genteel is my Damon, engaging his air |
156-157 |
4 |
In my pleasant native plains |
157 |
3 |
When a youth commences to love |
158-159 |
4 |
Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm |
159 |
3 |
Young Colin once courted Myrtilla the prude |
159-160 |
4 |
I winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee |
160-161 |
3 |
Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion |
161 |
3 |
Now's the time for mirth and glee |
162 |
4 |
When Flora o'er the garden stray'd |
162-163 |
3 |
Let rakes and libertines, resign'd |
163 |
3 |
One morning young Roger accosted me thus |
164 |
6 |
O Sandy, why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn? |
165 |
4 |
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
165-166 |
3 |
Card invites, in crowds we fly, The |
166-167 |
4 |
Says Damon to Phillis, suppose my fond eyes |
167 |
4 |
Last time I came o'er the moor, The |
168-169 |
5 |
That I might not be plagu'd with the nonsense of men |
169-170 |
6 |
Was Nancy but a rural maid |
170 |
3 |
Water parted from the sea |
171 |
2 |
Well, well, sap no more |
171 |
2 |
When I was a young one, what girl was like me |
171-172 |
6 |
With tuneful pipe and merry glee |
172-173 |
3 |
You tell me I'm handsome (I know not how true) |
173-174 |
3 |
You've sure forgot, dear mother mine |
174 |
4 |
Let poets praise the flow'ry mead |
175 |
3 |
Ye sylvan pow'rs that rule the plain |
175-177 |
6 |
'Twas at the break of day we spy'd |
177-178 |
4 |
Patie is a lover gay |
178-179 |
3 |
Sweet scented beau and a simp'ring young cit, A |
179 |
3 |
Jolly mortals, fill your glasses |
179-180 |
3 |
When once I with Phillida stray'd |
180-181 |
4 |
When blushes dy'd the cheek of morn |
181-182 |
4 |
In all mankind's promiscuous race |
182 |
4 |
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
183-184 |
4 |
'Twas thus, by the glare of false science betray'd |
184 |
2 |
When I wake with painful brow |
185-186 |
4 |
When the hated morning's light |
186-187 |
4 |
Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design |
187 |
4 |
Adieu ye verdant lawns and bower's |
188 |
3 |
My sweet pretty Mog, you're as soft as a bog |
188-189 |
3 |
My dearest life, were thou my wife |
189-190 |
5 |
Amidst a rosy bank of flowers |
190-191 |
4 |
Now pleasure unbounded resounds o'er the plains |
191 |
2 |
Thou rising sun whose gladsome ray |
191-192 |
7 |
He that will not merry merry be |
192-193 |
5 |
Do you hear, brother sportsmen, the sound of the horn |
193-194 |
4 |
As I was ganging o'er the lee |
194-195 |
3 |
My bonny sailor's won my hand |
195 |
3 |
Leave kindred and friends sweet Betty |
196 |
3 |
Young Thyrsis, the pride of the plain |
196-197 |
3 |
Vain sorrows and cares shall no longer molest |
197-198 |
3 |
In the woodbines pleasing shade |
198 |
2 |
How sweetly the merry bells ring |
199 |
3 |
O'er moorlands and mountains rude, barren, and bare |
200-201 |
4 |
Distress me with those tears no more |
201 |
3 |
Choice of three lovers, I have to be sure, The |
202 |
4 |
There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee |
202-203 |
4 |
Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear |
203-204 |
3 |
How happy's he, whoe'er he be |
204 |
3 |