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Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl |
5-8 |
6 |
July the first in Old Bridge-town |
8-12 |
24 |
'Twas on a pleasant morning in the blooming spring |
12-15 |
13 |
O rise up Jamie Reily, and come away with me |
16-19 |
14 |
You tender hearted lovers attend unto my theme |
19-23 |
17 |
Willy was a wanton wag |
24-26 |
12 |
In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain |
26-27 |
5 |
I travesr'd Judah's barren sand |
27-28 |
3 |
Young Luban was a shepherd's boy [sic] |
28-29 |
3 |
On that lone bank where Luban died |
29 |
2 |
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb |
30 |
5 |
There was a little man, and he woo'd a little maid |
31-32 |
6 |
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass |
32-33 |
4 |
Go, tuneful bird, that glad'st the sky |
33 34 |
4 |
Come live with me, and be my love |
34-35 |
5 |
When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship unmoored |
35-36 |
6 |
Loose every sail to the breeze |
36-37 |
4 |
How sweet is love when virtue guides |
37 |
3 |
Sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, The |
38-39 |
4 |
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
39-41 |
8 |
When up the shrouds the sailors goes [sic] |
41-42 |
3 |
I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
42-44 |
4 |
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame |
45-47 |
5 |
Summer was smiling, all nature round look'd gay, The |
47-49 |
4 |
When trees did bud, and fields were green |
49-50 |
7 |
Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
50-51 |
5 |
'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing |
51-52 |
3 |
Thus sung the fair maid on the banks of the river |
52-54 |
4 |
In a mouldering cave, a wretched retreat |
54-56 |
4 |
'Twas when the seas were roaring |
56-57 |
5 |
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
58 |
3 |
Up among yon cliffy rocks |
58-59 |
3 |
I sigh and lament me in vain |
60 |
6 |
My patie is a lover gay |
61 |
6 |
'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
62-63 |
5 |
In a chariot of light from the regions of day |
63-64 |
4 |
Sweet ditties would my Patty sing |
64-65 |
3 |
That man, who for life, is bless'd in a wife |
65-66 |
3 |
Man, who for life, is plagu'd with a wife, The |
66 |
3 |
Fairest of the virgin train |
67-68 |
6 |
When e'er I think on that dear spot |
68-69 |
6 |
O the broom, the bonny bonny broom |
69-70 |
8 |
I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy |
71-72 |
5 |
O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and bare |
72-74 |
5 |
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74-75 |
5 |
When Orpheus went down to the regions below |
75-76 |
2 |
O see that form that faintly gleams |
76-77 |
3 |
What cheerful sounds salute our ears |
77-78 |
4 |
Far sweeter than the hawthorn bloom |
78-79 |
4 |
How we're met like jovial fellows |
79 |
1 |
How sweet in the wood-lands, with fleet hound and horn |
79-80 |
2 |
With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other |
80 |
1 |
Hark! the sweet horn proclaims afar |
80-81 |
2 |
Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion |
81 |
3 |
Hark the bonny Christ church bells. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 |
81-82 |
2 |
O! thou lov'd country, where my youth was spent |
82-83 |
2 |
Once more I'll tune the vocal shell |
84-85 |
5 |
Our grotto was the sweetest place! |
85 |
2 |
Though distant far from Jessy's charms |
86-87 |
5 |
As I came by Loch Eroch side |
87-88 |
3 |
Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass |
88-89 |
4 |
Life's like a ship, in constant motion |
89-90 |
4 |
My Colin leaves fair London Town |
91-92 |
5 |
Never till now I knew love's smart |
92-93 |
5 |
Dear Chloe, come give me sweet kisses |
94 |
3 |
When rural lads and lasses gay |
95 |
3 |
My sheep I've forsaken and left my sheep hook |
96 |
4 |
What is beauty, but a flow'r |
96-97 |
2 |
Dear is my little native vale |
97-98 |
3 |
O send Lewis Gordon hame |
98-99 |
5 |
Love's goddess in a myrtle grove |
99-100 |
4 |
Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow? |
100-101 |
4 |
Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd |
102-103 |
4 |
Shepherds, I have lost my love |
103 |
4 |
Sweet doth blush the rosy morning |
104 |
2 |
With an honest old friend and a merry old song |
104-105 |
3 |
Sweet are the banks when Spring perfumes |
105-106 |
3 |
When I think on this world's palf |
106-107 |
4 |
Ma chere amie, my charming lass |
107-108 |
3 |
He comes, he comes, the hero comes! |
108 |
2 |