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Short Title Syren, 1793 
Title Syren, The 
Pages 194 
Publisher Berry & Rogers & Iohn Reid 
Location ViU-MF ordered 
Date 1793 
Place New York 
Data Place ViU PR1187.S92 1792 
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Go patter to lubbers and swabs d'ye see  1-2 
When Jack parted from me, to plough the salt deep  3-4 
What cheer, my dear Poll---did'nt I tell you as how  4-6 
Poor Jack, whose gay heart kept his spirits aloft  6-7 
When, last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing 
I'm a brisk jolly tar, and just going to sea  9-10 
Adieu, adieu, my only life  10-11 
Let bucks and let bloods to praise London agree  11-13 
If, bold and brave, thou can'st not bear  13-14 
Lovely woman, pride of nature  14-15 
Wind was hush'd, the storm was o'er, The  15-16 
Except the folks that's fast asleep  16-17 
If the beauty of truth unadorned is seen best  17-18 
Since by cutting off tribes all our glories increase  19 
Bards call themselves a heav'nly race  20-21 
Two real tars, whom duty call'd  21-22 
Young Shenkin was born in Glamorganshire  22-23 
Tar's a jolly tar that can hand reef and steer, The  23 
I'm dashing Dick, the dustman  24--26 
So sweet I'll dress my Zootka fair  26-27 
Avert yon omen, gracious heav'n!  27-28 
Blest friendship, hail! Thy gifts possessing  28-29 
Jack dances, and sing, and is always content  30 
Good people, attend to my lay  31-32 
Patrick O'Row is my name  33--34 
We bipeds, made up of frail clay  35-36 
To ask wou'd you come for to go  36-38 
Bold Jack the Sailor here I come  38-39` 
Would you hear a sad story of woe  39-40 
I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter  40-41 
Hark, the din of distant war  41-42 
I was the pride of all the Thames  42-44 
As cross the field the other morn  44-45 
While high the foaming surges rise  45-46 
Ye lovers of fashion, ye belles and ye beaux  46 
Come, ye wasting sons of care  46-47 
You may talk of a brogue, and of Ireland (sweet nation)  47-48 
Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl  49-50 
Up among yon cliffy rocks  50-51 
When first I ken'd young Sandy's face  51-52 
When the fancy stirring bowl  52-53 
Returning from the fair one eve  54 
Come, come, my jolly lads  55 
Twas in a village near Castlebury  56 
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass  57 
When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town  57-59 
Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee  60-62 
No more I'll court the town bred fair  62 
To my muse give attention, and deem it not mystery  63-65 
In the praise of Queen Bess lofty strains have been sung, sir  66-69  10 
Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly  6970 
Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The  71-72 
Hard, hard are the times, is the cry, tis no wonder  72-74  11 
I was, d' ye see, a waterman  74-76 
Encompass'd in an angel's frame  76-77 
I am a jolly fisherman  77 
See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun  78-80 
Now blest the maid whose bosom  80 
Tho' the fate of battle on tomorrow wait  81-82  11 
You're welcome to Paxton, Robin Adair  83 
I sing the British seaman's praise  83-85 
I'm a vot'ry of Bacchus, his godship adore  86 
In storms when clouds obscure the sky  87 
Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze  88 
Sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, The  88-89 
Rose-tree full in bearing, A  89-90 
Dear is my little native vale  90 
For tenderness fashion'd, in life's early day  91 
Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The  91-92 
Meadows look charming, thebirds sweetly sing, The  92-93 
Her mouth, which a smile  93 
When bidden to the wake or fair  93-94 
By moonlight on the green  94-95 
Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The  95-96 
With a cheerful old friend, and a merry old song  96 
When the chill Sirocco blows  97 
When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth  97-98 
When Britain first, at Heav'n's command  99-100 
Ye jobbers, underwriters, ye tribe of pen and ink  100-102 
Tinker I am, my name's Natty Sam, A  102-103 
This, this my lad's a soldier's life  103-104 
Plague of these musty old lubbers, A  104-105 
Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman  105-106 
When it is night, and the mid-watch is come  106-107 
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear  107-108 
When Edward first heard Poll of Plymouth was dead  108-109 
Lawyers pay you with words, and fine ladies with vapours  109-110 
Whilst happy in my native land  110-111 
Top-sails shiver in the wind, The  111-112 
No topsail shivers in the wind  112-113 
Somehow my spindle I mislaid  113 
Ma chere amie, my charming fair  114 
No flower that blows is like this rose  114 
Love's a bubble, courting trouble  115 
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes  115-116 
That girl who fain wou'd chuse a mate  116-117 
Young Jocky he courted sweet Moggy so fair  117-118 
World, my dear Mira, is full of deceit, The  118 
Voyage over seas had not enter'd my head, A  119 
Oh say simple maid, have you form'd any notion  119-120 
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen  121 
Blush of Aurora now tinges the morn, The  122 
How imperfect is expression  123 
All you who wou'd wish to succeed with a lass  123-124 
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The  124-125 
Then farewell my trim built wherry  125 
Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear  126 
Thus, thus, my boys, our anchor's weigh'd  126-127 
Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The  127-128 
Ye landsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too  128-129 
As you mean to set sail for the land of delight  129-130 
How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay  130-131 
You know I'm your priest and your conscience is mine  131-132 
Adieu, thou dreary pile! where never dies  132 
While on the village green  132-133 
I sail'd in the good ship Kitty  133 
Never till now I knew love's smart  134 
Flaxen-headed cow-boy, A  134-135 
Merry may the maid be  136-137 
At Totterdown-hill there dwelt an old pair  137-138 
What beauties does Flora disclose?  138-139 
Whilte the lads fo the village shall merrily ah  140 
Sing the loves of John and Jean  140-142 
While up the shrouds the sailor goes  142-143 
When Yanko, dear, fight far away  143 
Bed of moss we'll straight prepare, A  144 
By rouguery 'tis true  144-145 
Wine, wine we allow the brisk fountain of mirth  146-147 
When first a maid within her breast  147-148 
When trees did bud, and fields were green  148-149 
Silver moon's enamour'd beam  149-150 
How blithe was I each morn to see  150-151 
My sheep neglected, I lost my sheep-hook  152 
No more my song shall be, ye swains  152-153 
Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The  153-154 
Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone  154-155 
Since love is the plan  156 
Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bowers  156-157 
When the sheep are in the fauld  157-159 
Summer it was smiling, all nature round was gay  159-161 
How blest has my time been?  161-162 
As bringing home the other day  162-163 
What virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove  163-164 
When I was a younker, and liv'd with my dad  164-165 
On town is just like a barber's shop  165-166 
Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays  167-168 
When the men a courting came  169-170 
Will ye gang o'er the lee-rig  170 
Assist me, ye lads, who have hearts void of guile  171 
Sun from the east, tips the mountains with gold, The  172-173 
Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale  173 
Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear the mainmast by the board  174 
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day  174-175 
Sweet-scented beau, and a simp'ring young cit, A  175-176 
My bonny sailor's won my mind!  176-177 
Life's like a sea in constant motion  177-178 
Wou'd you know, my good friends, what the honey-moon is  178-179 
How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hounds and horn  180 
When fairies dance round on the grass  180-181 
Pounds, shillings, pence, and farthings  181-182 
While o'er the raging roaring seas  182-183 
Contented I am, and contented I'll be  183 
Wine, wine is the liquor of life  184 
Monster in England's a very fine show, A  185-186 
My Nancy leaves the rural train  186 
Says Plato, why should man be vain  187 
Ye scamps, ye pads, ye divers, and all upon the lay  188-189 
My love was once a bonny lad  189-191 
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean  191-192 
When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars  192-193 
With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other  193-194 
Dans votre lit, my Fanny say  194 
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