Bibliography - Dibdin, 1797

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Short Title Dibdin, 1797 
Title Dibdin's Museum 
Pages 72 
Publisher Charless, Joseph 
Location AoA 
Date 1797 
Place Philadelphia 
Data Place AoA: E32039 
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Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see  3-4 
When Jack parted from me, to plough the salt deep  4-5 
What cheer my dear Poll---did'nt I tell you as how [sic]  6-7 
Poor Jack, whose gay heart kept his spirits aloft  7-8 
Why Molly, my girl, do you whimper and sob  8-10 
You Molly has never been false she declares  10   
I was d' ye see a waterman  10-12 
Tar on the ocean true hearted and brave, The  12-13 
Threat'ning storm, the ruffled main, The  13 
Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land  14-16  12 
Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The  16-17 
Top-sail shivers in the wind, The  17-18 
Sailor's life's a life of woe, A  18-20 
Three years a sailor's life I led  20 
Ben Bowling, a true hearted tar  21-22 
When the anchor's weigh'd and the ship is unmoor'd  22-23 
I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy  23-24 
Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly  24-25 
Sailor boldly ploughs the deep, The  25-26 
I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now  26-28 
How blest the life a sailor leads  28-29 
Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd  29-30 
When seated with Sall, all my messmates around  30-31 
Would you know pretty Nan how we pass our time  31-32 
Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak  32 
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The  32-33 
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd  33-34 
Sweet is the ship that under sail  35 
While up the shrouds the sailor goes  36 
Poll dang'it how d' ye do  36-37 
Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling  37-38 
When the sails catch the breeze and the anchor is weigh'd  38-39 
For England when a fav'ring gale  39 
When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars  40 
Heathenish Gods thought good liquor divine, The  41 
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine  42 
Wealthy fool with gold in store, The  42-43 
Banish sorrow, grief's a folly  43-44 
Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl  44-45 
Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale  45 
Give me wine, rosy wine, that foe to despair  45-46 
Here, full of fears, lies brave Hal Brazen  46-47 
To Anacreon in Heav'n where he sat in full glee  47-48 
Soldier tir'd of war's alarms, The  49 
Sup of good whiskey will make you glad, A  49-50 
Parent bird, whose little nest, The  51 
Her mouth with a smile  51-52 
Ah! where can fly my soul's true love?  52 
This, this, my lad, is a soldier's life  52-53 
Come buy of poor Mary, good matches I sell  53-54 
Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The  54-55 
O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales  55 
Were I oblig'd to beg my bread  56   
O ever in my bosom live  56-57 
How sweet in the woodland, with fleet hound and horn  57 
I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter  57-58 
Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The  58-59 
When a little merry he  59 
Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller  60 
What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove  60-61 
Belinda, see from yonder flow'rs  61 
Hark, hark my brave boys, away to the downs  62-63 
Great news, great news, great news  64-65 
'Twas post meridian, half past four  65-66 
To Bachelor's Hall, we good fellows invite  66-68 
John Bull, for pastime took a prance  68-69  10 
When the rosy morn appearing  69 
When Delia on the plain appears  70 
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear  70-71 
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass  71 
Conflict's o'er, my love adieu, The  72 
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