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Down the burn and thro' the mead |
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Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design |
2 |
1 |
Lowland lads think they are fine, The |
2 |
3 |
My sweet pretty Mog, you're as soft as a bog |
3 |
3 |
As Jockey sat beneath a shade |
3-4 |
3 |
Shepherds I have lost my love |
4 |
4 |
It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing |
5 |
6 |
Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
5-6 |
6 |
Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes |
6-7 |
6 |
Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play |
7-8 |
5 |
Topsail shivers in the wind, The |
8 |
4 |
Some how my spindle I mislaid |
8-9 |
3 |
This world is a stage, where all men engage |
9-10 |
9 |
When lav'rocks sweet and yellow broom |
10 |
3 |
When kind friends expect a song |
11 |
6 |
Come now, all ye social pow'rs |
11-12 |
5 |
Ye virgins attend, believe me your friend |
12-13 |
5 |
My days have been so wondrous fine |
13 |
8 |
It is I believe, next Hollandtide eve |
14 |
5 |
Stag thro' the forest, when rous'd by the horn, The |
14 |
2 |
Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall, A |
15 |
7 |
Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The |
16 |
4 |
Taylor I once was as blithe as e'er need be, A |
16-17 |
6 |
I envy not the proud their wealth |
17 |
5 |
Me be one poor slave, brought into Barbado |
18 |
5 |
No glory I covet, no riches I want |
18-19 |
5 |
Leave off your fooloish prating |
19 |
3 |
'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
20-21 |
5 |
'Tis wine that clears the understanding |
21 |
4 |
Let the tempest of war |
21-22 |
3 |
Drunk I was last night, that's poz |
22 |
6 |
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! |
22-24 |
9 |
No more I'll court the town-bred fair |
24-25 |
4 |
When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me |
25 |
2 |
At Totterdwon hill there dwelt an old pair |
25-26 |
4 |
As you mean to set sail for the land of delight |
26-27 |
4 |
Guardian angel now protect me |
27 |
3 |
Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The |
28 |
4 |
Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The |
28-29 |
5 |
O the days when I was young |
29-30 |
3 |
Hunters are up and the ruddy fac'd morn, The |
30-31 |
4 |
Jacky Bull, when bound for France |
31 |
2 |
When gentle zephyr fans the ocean |
31-32 |
3 |
Amo amas, I love a lass |
32-33 |
3 |
When the blythe village-maid leads her flocks to the plains |
33 |
4 |
Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The |
33-34 |
5 |
Three daughters I have, and as prettily made |
34 |
4 |
How imperfect is expression |
35 |
3 |
Hark, dear girl, the message hear |
35-36 |
4 |
I've kiss and I've prattled with fifty fair maids [sic] |
36 |
4 |
To horse, ye jolly sportsmen |
36-38 |
10 |
Dear Kathleen, you no doubt |
38 |
3 |
One summer's eve, when Luna's beam |
38-39 |
3 |
As through the grove, the other day |
39-40 |
3 |
As passing by a shady grove |
40-41 |
3 |
My love is gone to sea |
41 |
3 |
Ye sons of Mars, attend |
41-42 |
3 |
Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn |
42-43 |
4 |
Wou'd you know, my good friends, what the honey-moon is |
43-44 |
3 |
Says Plato why should man be vain? |
44 |
3 |
See beneath yon bow'r of roses |
45 |
4 |
Since love is the plan |
45 |
2 |
Happy, harmless, rural pair |
46 |
3 |
Lovely nymph now cease to languish |
46 |
4 |
Linnet's nest with anxious care, A |
47 |
3 |
Banish sorrow, grief and folly |
47-48 |
3 |
Busy crew their sails unbending, The |
48 |
5 |
I sing the beauties that adorn |
48-49 |
4 |
Blow chearfully ye winds, till my Henry return |
49 |
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Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear |
49-50 |
6 |
It was upon a Lammas night |
50-51 |
4 |
Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen also |
52 |
3 |
Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The |
52-53 |
6 |
Say little foolish fluttering thing |
53-54 |
2 |
How sweet the rosy blush of morn |
54 |
3 |
From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise |
54-55 |
4 |
Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
55 |
3 |
As my cow I was milking just now in the vale |
56 |
4 |
On that fair bank where Lubin died |
56-57 |
4 |
As down on Banna's banks I stray'd |
57-58 |
7 |
Lord, what care I for mam or dad? |
58-59 |
5 |
How stands the glass around? |
59 |
3 |
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
60 |
3 |
Oh! the days when I was young! |
60-61 |
3 |
Young Willy woo'd me long in vain |
61 |
4 |
Master I have, and I am his man, A |
61-62 |
6 |
Gad a mercy! devil's in me |
62-63 |
2 |
Hark! hark! sweet lass, the trumpet sounds |
63 |
4 |
In vain to me the hours of care |
63-64 |
4 |
Go! tuneful bird, that glads the skies |
64 |
2 |
Ye gents, give ear to me, I pray |
64-66 |
6 |
I dreamt I saw a piteous sight |
66-67 |
8 |
Thus for men the women fair |
67 |
2 |
Cease, tyrant of my flaming bosom |
67-68 |
5 |
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
68 |
3 |
Behold on the brow the leaves olay in the breeze |
68-69 |
8 |
Knights errant of old |
69-70 |
1 |
De'il burn you a', quothe St. Andrew |
70 |
1 |
Now, cotsplood, quoth St. David |
70 |
1 |
St. Dennis di, mes chere amis |
70 |
1 |
St. Patrick, hot as lightning with whiskey and old bumbo |
70 |
1 |
When errant knights, in proud array |
70-71 |
2 |
Thou soft flowing Avon! by the silver stream [sic] |
71 |
4 |
Sun shone pale on mountain snow, The |
71-72 |
3 |
Few years ago, in the days of my grannum, A |
72-73 |
3 |
Aspasia rolls her sparkling eyes |
73 |
4 |
Come bustle, bustle, drink about |
74 |
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What a charming thing's a battle |
74-75 |
2 |
Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm |
75-76 |
3 |
Ma chere amie, my charming fair |
76 |
3 |
Mon cher ami, amis tres cher |
76-77 |
3 |
I winna marry one mon but Sandy o'er the lee |
77 |
3 |
How sweet is love when virtue guides |
77 |
3 |
Now's the time for mirth and glee |
78 |
4 |
Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
78-81 |
22 |
One morning young Roger accosted me thus |
81 |
6 |
What pleasures can compare |
82 |
5 |
O Sandy, why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn? |
83 |
4 |
Hark! forward away, my brave boys to the chace |
83-84 |
3 |
That I might not be plagu'd with the nonsense of men |
84 |
6 |
'Twas at the break of day we spy'd |
85 |
4 |
When Orpheus went down to the regions below |
86 |
4 |
When I wake with painful brow |
86-87 |
6 |
Here's to the maid of bashful fifteen |
87-88 |
4 |
When running life's race |
88-89 |
8 |
There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee |
89-90 |
4 |
Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear |
90 |
3 |
As on a summer's day |
91-92 |
8 |
Jolly mortals fill your glasses |
92 |
3 |
Of all the fine things that the gay celebrate |
92 |
4 |
Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale |
93 |
3 |
Say Phoebe why is gentle love |
93 |
3 |
Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
94 |
4 |
Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair |
94-95 |
8 |
A courting I went to my love |
95-96 |
6 |
Encompass'd in an angel's frame |
96 |
4 |
West of th' old Atlantic, firm Liberty stands |
97-99 |
14 |
When America first, at Heaven's command |
99-100 |
8 |
Fame, let thy trumpet sound |
101-102 |
6 |
When exil'd Freedom, forc'd to roam |
102-103 |
6 |
At length war's sanguine scenes are o'er |
103-104 |
6 |
Since first l' Ambuscade came here |
104-106 |
4 |
Eventful point of time! |
106-108 |
8 |
Ye sons of France, away to glory |
108-109 |
4 |
In a chariot of light from the regions of day |
109-110 |
4 |
O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France |
110-112 |
6 |
Lift aloft the trumpet |
112-113 |
2 |
Hail, social converse! source of purest pleasure |
113-114 |
5 |
Why give to your tyrants the laurel of fame? |
114-118 |
18 |
Whilst in peaceful quarter's lying |
118-121 |
11 |
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entewine |
121 |
5 |
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
122-123 |
4 |
Contented I am, and contented I'llbe |
123-124 |
11 |
Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove |
124-125 |
4 |
Friendship to every willing mind |
125-126 |
5 |
God save---"The Rights of Man"" |
127-128 |
8 |
Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise |
128-130 |
6 |
Nimrods of the North had among themselves agreed, sir!, The |
130-132 |
10 |
On the cliffs of the Andes, where virtue once reign'd |
133-134 |
10 |
Aujourd'huy qua l'egalite |
134-136 |
6 |
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Genius of France from his star begem'd throne, The |
136-138 |
6 |
Now let rich music sound |
138-139 |
6 |
Al hail! to Freedom's sons |
139-140 |
4 |
Again by the spirit of Freedom invited |
140-141 |
4 |
Don't blubber, dear Norah, I beg you'd be easy |
142-143 |
7 |
Donna makoo makoonas! |
143-146 |
13 |
When a nation's obsorb'd under Tyranny's chain |
146-147 |
8 |
While tyranny marshals her minions around [sic] |
147-149 |
15 |
Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
149-150 |
4 |
While high the foaming surges rise |
150-151 |
3 |
Crown'd with auspicious light |
151-153 |
6 |
Power that created the night and the day, The |
153-154 |
4 |
Hark! hHark! a joyous, cheering sound |
154 |
4 |
Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The |
155-156 |
7 |
Come all ye sons of song |
156-157 |
5 |
O yes, my good people, draw near |
157-158 |
12 |
No longer let kings and base princes decree |
158-159 |
4 |
Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold |
159-160 |
4 |
When our fathers came o'er |
160-162 |
10 |
God save great Washington |
162-163 |
7 |
Ye sons of Freedom hail the day |
164-165 |
8 |
When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd |
165-166 |
3 |
Fairest flow'rets bring, The |
166-167 |
4 |
Hark! hark! the joyful news is come |
167-168 |
4 |
Americans rejoice! |
168-169 |
6 |
From Susquehannah's utmost springs |
169-171 |
14 |
While war's crimson carnage is drenching the plains |
171-173 |
14 |
Why stands the tear in Mara's eye |
173-174 |
4 |
Come all, ye lovely virgins, come |
174-175 |
3 |
While landmen wander uncontroul'd |
175-177 |
7 |
Fill! fill to Washington |
177-179 |
7 |
Independence! how bright are the blessings you give! |
179 |
5 |
Hail to the sun, whose circling ray |
180-181 |
8 |
Great Washington! the hero's come |
181-182 |
8 |
Hail! the first, the greatest blessing |
183-184 |
6 |
Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools |
184-186 |
10 |
Hail, Freedom all hail! on the top of Mount Bleed |
186 |
3 |
Ye patriots, listen to my strain |
186-188 |
8 |
On the basis of fame Columbia stands |
188 |
5 |
Come all ye sons of song |
189 |
5 |
Let the foes of Great-Britain now wantonly brag |
190-191 |
6 |
Let some in grog place their delight |
191-192 |
6 |
Arise ye generous youths of France |
192-194 |
8 |
Hail thou auspicious day |
194-196 |
9 |
America's birth day bids Freemen arise |
196-197 |
6 |
'Tis done! the edict past by Heav'n decreed |
197-199 |
7 |
To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe |
199-200 |
3 |
To Heaven's empyreal height |
200-202 |
6 |
Come, come, my friends, let's hail the day |
202 |
5 |
Come, peace of mind, delightful guest |
202-203 |
4 |
Whilst sycophantic trembling slaves |
203-205 |
5 |
Red arm of slaughter is stretch'd o'er the plain, The |
205-206 |
5 |
When first the mitre's wrath to shun |
206-208 |
6 |
Who, and what are you, sceptred bullies? speak |
208-211 |
14 |
Ye vile swinish herd in the sty of taxation |
211-213 |
12 |
Tho' many a nymph may claim my song |
214 |
3 |
Exulting beauty! phantom of an hour! |
214-215 |
3 |
To thee, fair freedom, I retire |
215-216 |
5 |
Angel of the darkest hue, An |
216 |
5 |
When stranded on some distant coast |
217 |
4 |
Pray kiss me, gentle Chloe cry'd |
217-218 |
4 |
With thankful hearts and cheerful voice |
218-219 |
6 |
Have I then committed treason? |
219-220 |
6 |
Let music's sons rejoice |
220-221 |
5 |
Thou lovely daughter of the sea |
221-222 |
3 |
Delia. for thee I'd seek the foe |
222-223 |
6 |
Hail lovely maid! Hail power divine! |
223-224 |
7 |
When Freedom's sons, at Heav'ns command |
225-227 |
10 |
Enthron'd in weeds of state |
227-228 |
5 |
Hail! great Republic of the world |
229 |
6 |
That seat of science Athens and earth's proud mistress Rome |
230 |
3 |
Hail America hail, unrival'd in fame |
230-323 |
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