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Page |
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Bards call themselves a heav'nly race |
3-4 |
4 |
Two real tars, whom duty call'd |
4-5 |
4 |
If, bold and brave thou canst not bear |
6 |
3 |
Lovely woman, pride of nature |
7 |
3 |
Wind was hush'd, the storm was over, The |
8-9 |
4 |
Except the folks that's fast asleep |
9-10 |
4 |
So sweet I'll dress my Zootka fair |
10-11 |
3 |
Avert yon omen, gracious heav'n! |
11-13 |
3 |
Flaxen-headed cow-boy, A |
13-14 |
4 |
Merry may the maid be |
14-15 |
5 |
When first a maid within her breast |
16 |
5 |
I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter |
17-18 |
4 |
As cross the field the other morn |
18-19 |
3 |
While high the foaming surges rise |
19-20 |
3 |
Come, ye wasting sons of care |
20 |
3 |
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass |
21 |
3 |
Since love is the plan |
21-22 |
2 |
Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The |
22 |
2 |
This, this my lad's a soldier's life |
23 |
3 |
Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman |
24 |
3 |
I was, d' ye see, a waterman |
25-27 |
4 |
I am a jolly fisherman |
27-28 |
3 |
How blest the maid whose bosom |
28-29 |
2 |
In storms when clouds obscure the sky |
29-30 |
3 |
Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze |
30-31 |
3 |
Dear is my little native vale |
31-32 |
3 |
Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The |
32-33 |
4 |
By moonlight on the green |
33-34 |
3 |
Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The |
34-35 |
2 |
When Britain first at Heav'n's command |
35-36 |
6 |
Plague of these musty old lubbers, A |
36-38 |
4 |
Blest friendship, hail! thy gifts possessing |
38-39 |
3 |
Patrick O'Row is my name |
39-41 |
9 |
We bipeds, made up of frail clay |
41-42 |
4 |
Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The |
42-43 |
4 |
As bringing home the other day |
44 |
3 |
When the men a courting come |
44-45 |
5 |
Life's like a sea in constant motion |
46-47 |
4 |
Wou'd you know, my good friends, what the honey-moon is |
47-48 |
3 |
When fairies dance round on the grass |
48-49 |
5 |
Pounds, shillings, pence, and farthings, I |
49-50 |
3 |
While o'er the raging roaring seas |
50-51 |
2 |
Wine, wine is the liquor of life |
51-52 |
4 |
My Nancy leaves the rural train |
52 |
2 |
My love was once a bonny lad |
52-54 |
5 |
Says Plato, why should man be vain |
54-55 |
3 |
When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars |
55-56 |
6 |
Dans votre lit, my Fanny say |
56-57 |
4 |
Ye jobbers, underwriters, ye tribes of pen and ink |
57-59 |
6 |
Tinker I am, my name's Natty Sam, A |
59-60 |
4 |
Bold Jack the Sailor here I come |
60-61 |
5 |
When the fancy stirring bowl |
61-63 |
5 |
Returning from the fair one eve |
63-64 |
3 |
Come, come, my jolly lads! |
64-65 |
2 |
Whilst happy in my native land |
65-66 |
2 |
Somehow my spindle I mislaid |
66 |
3 |
Ma cherie amie, my charming fair |
66-67 |
3 |
No flower that blows is like this rose |
67 |
2 |
Love's a bubble, courting trouble |
67-68 |
4 |
That girl who fain wou'd chuse a mate |
68-69 |
6 |
You may talk of a brogue, and of Ireland (sweet nation) |
69-70 |
3 |
Sing the loves of John and Joan |
71-72 |
6 |
I sail'd in the good ship Kitty |
72-73 |
4 |
What beauties does Flora disclose? |
73-74 |
4 |
While up the shrouds the sailor goes |
74-75 |
5 |
When Yanko, dear, fight far away |
75-76 |
4 |
Bed of moss we'll straight prepare, A |
76 |
3 |
If the beauty of truth unadorned is seen best |
77 |
3 |
How pleasant a sailor's life passes |
78-79 |
3 |
I am a jolly gay pedlar |
79-80 |
3 |
By roguery 'tis true |
80-81 |
6 |
I'm dashing Dick, the dustman |
81-83 |
5 |
Top-sails shiver in the wind, The |
83-84 |
4 |
No topsail shivers in the wind |
84-85 |
4 |
O say simple maid, have you form'd any notion |
85-86 |
4 |
Lawyers pay you with words, and fine ladies with vapours |
87-88 |
3 |
Her mouth, which a smile [sic] |
88-89 |
2 |
When bidden to the wake or fair |
89 |
2 |
Incompass'd in an angel's frame |
89-90 |
2 |
Our fathers left a race of Kings |
90 |
3 |
I hate that d[r]um's discordant sound |
90-91 |
2 |
Proud Monarchs rais'd to wear a crown |
91-92 |
4 |
Blow high, blow low, let tempests test the mainmast by the board |
92-93 |
3 |
I sing the British seaman's praise |
93-95 |
7 |
Sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, The |
96 |
4 |
When the chill Sirocco blows |
97 |
3 |
When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth |
97-99 |
6 |
When I was a younker, and liv'd with my dad |
99-100 |
3 |
London town is just like a barber's shop |
100-101 |
5 |
How blithe was I each morn to see |
101-102 |
6 |
Adieu, thou dreary pile! where never dies |
103 |
1 |
When little on the village green |
103 |
3 |
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes |
103-104 |
3 |
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
104-105 |
3 |
When Edward first heard Poll of Plymoth was dead |
105-106 |
6 |
Will ye gang o're the lee-rig |
106-107 |
4 |
Never till now I knew love's smart |
107-108 |
5 |