| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| By walks, where the moon beam besilvers the stream |
7 |
|
| One morn as Jemmy of the Dee |
8-9 |
3 |
| Ye winds, to whom Collin complains |
10-11 |
3 |
| What means this new felt agitation |
12-13 |
4 |
| Where gently flows sweet winding Tay |
14-15 |
3 |
| Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
17-18 |
3 |
| To Bachelor's Hall we good fellows invite |
18-19 |
5 |
| 'Twas Saturday night the twinkling stars |
19-21 |
5 |
| Tis said we ventrous die-hards when we leave the shore |
21-22 |
3 |
| Morn shook her locks the budding rose |
22-23 |
3 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl |
23-24 |
3 |
| Morn was fair the month was May, The |
24-25 |
4 |
| I was d y'e see a waterman |
25-27 |
4 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
27-28 |
3 |