Bibliography - Social Harmony, 1795

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Short Title Social Harmony, 1795 
Title Social Harmony 
Pages 108 
Publisher Campbell, Smauel 
Location AoA 
Date 1795 
Place New York 
Data Place AoA: E29541 
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Bards call themselves a heav'nly race  3-4 
Two real tars, whom duty call'd  4-5 
If, bold and brave thou canst not bear 
Lovely woman, pride of nature 
Wind was hush'd, the storm was over, The  8-9 
Except the folks that's fast asleep  9-10 
So sweet I'll dress my Zootka fair  10-11 
Avert yon omen, gracious heav'n!  11-13 
Flaxen-headed cow-boy, A  13-14 
Merry may the maid be  14-15 
When first a maid within her breast  16 
I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter  17-18 
As cross the field the other morn  18-19 
While high the foaming surges rise  19-20 
Come, ye wasting sons of care  20 
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass  21 
Since love is the plan  21-22 
Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The  22 
This, this my lad's a soldier's life  23 
Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman  24 
I was, d' ye see, a waterman  25-27 
I am a jolly fisherman  27-28 
How blest the maid whose bosom  28-29 
In storms when clouds obscure the sky  29-30 
Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze  30-31 
Dear is my little native vale  31-32 
Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The  32-33 
By moonlight on the green  33-34 
Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The  34-35 
When Britain first at Heav'n's command  35-36 
Plague of these musty old lubbers, A  36-38 
Blest friendship, hail! thy gifts possessing  38-39 
Patrick O'Row is my name  39-41 
We bipeds, made up of frail clay  41-42 
Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The  42-43 
As bringing home the other day  44 
When the men a courting come  44-45 
Life's like a sea in constant motion  46-47 
Wou'd you know, my good friends, what the honey-moon is  47-48 
When fairies dance round on the grass  48-49 
Pounds, shillings, pence, and farthings, I  49-50 
While o'er the raging roaring seas  50-51 
Wine, wine is the liquor of life  51-52 
My Nancy leaves the rural train  52 
My love was once a bonny lad  52-54 
Says Plato, why should man be vain  54-55 
When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars  55-56 
Dans votre lit, my Fanny say  56-57 
Ye jobbers, underwriters, ye tribes of pen and ink  57-59 
Tinker I am, my name's Natty Sam, A  59-60 
Bold Jack the Sailor here I come  60-61 
When the fancy stirring bowl  61-63 
Returning from the fair one eve  63-64 
Come, come, my jolly lads!  64-65 
Whilst happy in my native land  65-66 
Somehow my spindle I mislaid  66 
Ma cherie amie, my charming fair  66-67 
No flower that blows is like this rose  67 
Love's a bubble, courting trouble  67-68 
That girl who fain wou'd chuse a mate  68-69 
You may talk of a brogue, and of Ireland (sweet nation)  69-70 
Sing the loves of John and Joan  71-72 
I sail'd in the good ship Kitty  72-73 
What beauties does Flora disclose?  73-74 
While up the shrouds the sailor goes  74-75 
When Yanko, dear, fight far away  75-76 
Bed of moss we'll straight prepare, A  76 
If the beauty of truth unadorned is seen best  77 
How pleasant a sailor's life passes  78-79 
I am a jolly gay pedlar  79-80 
By roguery 'tis true  80-81 
I'm dashing Dick, the dustman  81-83 
Top-sails shiver in the wind, The  83-84 
No topsail shivers in the wind  84-85 
O say simple maid, have you form'd any notion  85-86 
Lawyers pay you with words, and fine ladies with vapours  87-88 
Her mouth, which a smile [sic]  88-89 
When bidden to the wake or fair  89 
Incompass'd in an angel's frame  89-90 
Our fathers left a race of Kings  90 
I hate that d[r]um's discordant sound  90-91 
Proud Monarchs rais'd to wear a crown  91-92 
Blow high, blow low, let tempests test the mainmast by the board  92-93 
I sing the British seaman's praise  93-95 
Sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, The  96 
When the chill Sirocco blows  97 
When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth  97-99 
When I was a younker, and liv'd with my dad  99-100 
London town is just like a barber's shop  100-101 
How blithe was I each morn to see  101-102 
Adieu, thou dreary pile! where never dies  103 
When little on the village green  103 
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes  103-104 
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear  104-105 
When Edward first heard Poll of Plymoth was dead  105-106 
Will ye gang o're the lee-rig  106-107 
Never till now I knew love's smart  107-108 
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