| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay |
13 |
3 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love |
13-14 |
4 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
14-15 |
6 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want |
15 |
5 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
16-17 |
5 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
17-18 |
4 |
| When Delia on the plain appears |
18 |
5 |
| Adieu! ye verdant lawns and bow'rs |
18-19 |
3 |
| Why heaves my fond bosom, ah! what can it mean? |
19 |
3 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
19-21 |
9 |
| Beauteous starling late I saw, A |
21-22 |
8 |
| O'er the vine covered hills and gay regions of France |
22-23 |
10 |
| Trust not man for he'll deceive you |
23-24 |
3 |
| Trust not woman she'll beguile you |
24 |
3 |
| Rose that weeps with morning dew, The |
24 |
2 |
| When I had scarcely told sixteen |
25 |
6 |
| As on yon village lawn I stray'd |
25-26 |
3 |
| Morning dew that wets the rose, The |
26-27 |
3 |
| When first on the plain I began to appear |
27 |
4 |
| Dear is my little native vale |
27-28 |
3 |
| Come, sailors, be filling the can |
28-29 |
6 |
| Could you to battle march away |
29-30 |
2 |
| When the summer smiling bids the hills |
30 |
3 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread |
30-31 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly |
31-32 |
4 |
| By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay |
32-33 |
6 |
| Guardian angels, now protect me |
33-34 |
3 |
| How happy a state does the miller possess |
34-35 |
3 |
| Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall, A |
35-36 |
7 |
| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The |
36 |
3 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty fly |
37 |
2 |
| Adieu, ye jovial youths, who join |
37 |
4 |
| I envy not the proud their wealth |
38 |
5 |
| Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The |
38-39 |
5 |
| I envy not the mighty great |
40 |
3 |
| In good King Charles's golden days |
40-42 |
|
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! |
42-44 |
9 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The |
44 |
2 |
| Banish sorrow grief and folly |
44-45 |
3 |
| I Delia's beauties would disclose |
45-46 |
9 |
| Hyla's the sweetest maid on earth |
47 |
6 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
47-48 |
3 |
| Say, little foolish, fluttering thing |
48 |
1 |
| In a mouldering cave, where the wretched retreat |
48-49 |
4 |
| Friendship to every willing mind |
49-50 |
5 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain |
51 |
3 |
| From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise |
51-52 |
4 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove |
52-53 |
4 |
| Ye virgins attend |
53-54 |
5 |
| How stands the glass around? |
54-55 |
3 |
| From the brook and the willow forsaking the plain |
55 |
3 |
| Beneath a green grove, a lovely young swain |
55-56 |
4 |
| As passing by a shady grove |
56-57 |
3 |
| As bringing home, the other day |
57-58 |
3 |
| O Nightingale! best poet of the grove |
58 |
4 |
| Farewell ye green fields and sweet groves |
58-59 |
3 |
| As Colinet and Phoebe sat |
59-60 |
5 |
| Tho' youth and beauty grace the fair |
60-62 |
6 |
| Well met, jolly fellows, well met |
62 |
2 |
| I dream't I saw a piteous sight |
62-63 |
8 |
| O'er desert plains and rushy meers |
63-64 |
4 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain |
64-65 |
3 |
| Lovely nymph now cease to languish |
65 |
4 |
| Shape alone let others prize, The |
65-66 |
7 |
| How blest has my time been, what joys have I known |
66-67 |
5 |
| Ye married dames, who so often deplore |
67-68 |
5 |
| Ye shepherds, so chearful and gay |
68-69 |
6 |
| My banks they are furnish'd with bees |
69-71 |
8 |
| Why will you my passion reprove? |
71-73 |
7 |
| Ye shepherds, give ear to my lay |
73-74 |
6 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
74-75 |
5 |
| Go! tuneful bird, that glads the skies |
75 |
2 |
| To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet |
75-76 |
3 |
| Why should our joys transform to pain? |
76-78 |
10 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
78-79 |
4 |
| 'Twas early on a holiday |
79-81 |
6 |
| How imperfect is expression |
81 |
3 |
| For various purpose serves the fan |
81-82 |
2 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
82-83 |
5 |
| Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain |
83-84 |
3 |
| Ah! fashion, wherefore dost thou still |
84-85 |
3 |
| See ruddy Aurora begins to appear |
85 |
3 |
| When duty call'd I sail'd away |
86-87 |
8 |
| What is a 'port, Sir? you, Sir? no Sir |
87 |
3 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
87-88 |
9 |
| Dear heart! what a terrible life am I led! |
88-89 |
2 |
| Ye fair, possess'd of ev'ry charm |
89-90 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee |
90 |
4 |
| Last time I came o'er the moor, The |
90-91 |
5 |
| When I was a young one, what girl was like me? |
92 |
6 |
| Jolly mortals, fill your glasses |
92-93 |
3 |
| Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd |
93-95 |
14 |
| When blushes dy'd the cheeks of morn [sic] |
95-96 |
4 |
| Music, how pow'rful is thy charm |
96-97 |
5 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
97-100 |
22 |
| Look, dear ma'am, I'm quite the thing |
100-101 |
4 |
| How bright are the joys of the table |
101-102 |
4 |
| In choice of a husband we widows are nice |
102 |
3 |
| While some do love full bowls of quall |
102-103 |
5 |
| Fruit of Aurora's tears, fair rose |
103-104 |
3 |
| Does pity give, tho' Fate denies |
104 |
3 |
| As the Mole's silent stream crept pensive along |
104-105 |
5 |
| Thou dear seducer of my heart |
105-106 |
6 |
| Oh! how could I venture to love one like thee |
106 |
6 |
| When first, upon your tender cheek |
107 |
5 |
| Long time I serv'd young Rosalind |
108 |
5 |
| Let eloquence boast of her pow'r to persuade |
108-109 |
4 |
| From yonder copse yet poor in shade |
109-110 |
6 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight |
110 |
4 |
| Go, patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see |
111-112 |
12 |
| Ye gents, give ear to me, I pray |
112-114 |
6 |
| What's a valiant hero? |
114 |
5 |
| What a charming thing's a battle! |
115 |
2 |
| Lord! What care I for mam or dad? |
115-116 |
5 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
116-117 |
3 |
| No care beyond the morrow! |
118 |
4 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing |
118-119 |
7 |
| I thought our quarrels ended |
120 |
2 |
| Three years a sailor's life I led |
120-121 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page |
121-124 |
8 |
| 'Twas past meridian, half past four [sic] |
124-125 |
6 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? |
125-126 |
3 |
| Near Bow'ry Richmond, Thames' side |
126-127 |
3 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The |
127-128 |
4 |
| Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed |
128-129 |
7 |
| This world is a stage |
130-132 |
14 |
| Rail no more, ye learned asses |
132-133 |
2 |
| For England when with favouring gales [sic] |
133 |
3 |
| Ye sons of France awake to glory |
133-134 |
4 |
| I am a jolly gay pedlar |
135 |
3 |
| Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing |
135-136 |
2 |
| Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The |
136-137 |
7 |
| Hark, soft lass, the trumpet sounds |
137-138 |
6 |
| Some women take delight in dress |
138-139 |
9 |
| When on thy bosom I recline |
139-140 |
4 |
| Ah! Delia, see the fatal hours, farewell my soul's delight |
140-141 |
7 |
| I'm plagu'd with my friends and my neighbours to boot |
141-142 |
7 |
| Chear up, gluttons, fill your bellies |
142-143 |
9 |
| When Lubin first, with cunning care |
143-145 |
7 |
| When first the Sun o'er Ocean glow'd |
145-146 |
8 |
| Come, peace of mind, delightful guest |
146-147 |
4 |
| Sweet scented beau, and a simp'ring young cit, A |
147-148 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
148-149 |
8 |
| As cross the field, the other morn |
149-150 |
3 |
| Come, ye sportsmen so brave, who delight in the field |
150-151 |
3 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale |
151 |
3 |
| Dear Yanko say, and truly say |
151-152 |
2 |
| Did you see a shepherd, ye nymphs, pass this way |
152-153 |
5 |
| Diogenes, surly and proud |
153-155 |
7 |
| Distress me with these tears no more |
155-156 |
3 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove |
156 |
3 |
| Fickle bliss, fantastic treasure |
156-157 |
3 |
| Hear me, gallant sailor hear me |
157 |
4 |
| Her mouth with a smile |
157-158 |
2 |
| I be one of they sailors who thinks 'tis no lie |
158-159 |
4 |
| I'll sing of my love all night and all day [sic] |
159-160 |
6 |
| I seek my shepherd, gone astray |
160-161 |
5 |
| I was, d' ye see, a waterman |
161-162 |
4 |
| If life is a bubble, and breaks with a blast |
162-163 |
4 |
| Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear |
163-164 |
6 |
| Lone bird of eve, whose liquid throat |
164-165 |
4 |
| Lovely nymph, assuage my anguish |
165 |
2 |
| No wonder, no wonder, I'm now seen to grieve |
165 |
4 |
| Now we're free from college rules |
166-167 |
7 |
| O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren and bare |
167-168 |
8 |
| O tell me, ye gentle nymphs and swains |
169 |
3 |
| Old Homer! but with him what have we to do? |
169-171 |
10 |
| Rouse, rouse, jolly sportsmen, the hounds are all out |
171-172 |
3 |
| See, beneath yon bow'r of roses |
172 |
4 |
| Still the lark finds repose |
172-173 |
2 |
| Sweet, sweet Robinette, all the shepherds declare |
173 |
4 |
| Tell me lovely shepherd, where |
173-174 |
2 |
| Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The |
174-175 |
5 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
175 |
3 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year |
175-176 |
4 |
| May day of life is for pleasure, The |
176-177 |
4 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The |
177-178 |
4 |
| There was once, it was said, when, is out of my head |
178-180 |
18 |
| Though prudence may press me |
181 |
2 |
| To Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee |
181-183 |
6 |
| To fair Fidele's glassy tomb |
183 |
6 |
| 'Twas I learnt a pretty song in France |
184-185 |
5 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
185 |
3 |
| Welcome, welcome, brother debtor |
186 |
4 |
| What sport can compare |
187 |
3 |
| When my money was gone, that I gain'd in the wars |
187-188 |
6 |
| When 'tis night, and the mid watch is come |
188-189 |
2 |
| When the rosy morn appearing |
189 |
3 |
| While high the foaming surges rise |
189-190 |
3 |
| Whither, my love, ah! whither art thou gone? |
190 |
2 |
| Wide through the azure blue, and bright |
190-191 |
3 |
| With a cheerful old friend, and a merry old song |
191 |
3 |
| Ye sluggards, who murder your lifetime in sleep |
192 |
3 |
| Lord! what a fuss my mother made |
192-193 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen, draw near, and ye sportswomen too |
193-194 |
3 |
| You may talk of a brogue, and of Ireland (sweet nation) |
194-195 |
3 |
| Little insect that on high |
195-196 |
5 |
| For tenderness form'd, in life's early day |
196 |
3 |
| Shape alone let others prize, A |
196-197 |
6 |
| When Alcides, the son of Olympian Jove |
197-198 |
3 |
| Let every pagan muse be gone |
198-199 |
4 |
| 'Twas the morning of May, and the yellow hair'd god |
199 |
3 |
| Fair Caroline was once my love |
200 |
6 |
| In Martindale. a village gay |
200-201 |
3 |
| On a rural village green |
201-202 |
5 |
| Drifted snow no more is seen |
202-203 |
4 |
| One summer's eve, when Luna's beam |
203-204 |
3 |
| As through the grove, the other day |
204-205 |
3 |
| Gentle swain, with graceful pride, The [sic] |
205-206 |
4 |
| Linnet's nest, with anxious care, A |
206 |
3 |
| Young Willy woo'd me long in vain |
207 |
4 |
| 'Twas in the flow'ry month of May |
207-208 |
4 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The |
208-209 |
4 |
| At the sound of the horn |
209-210 |
5 |
| Bold chanticleer proclaims the day |
210 |
2 |
| Sun shone pale on mountain snow, The |
210-211 |
3 |
| Ladies cannot but approve, The |
211-212 |
3 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other |
212 |
2 |
| As my cow I was milking just now in the vale |
212-213 |
4 |
| Fair Kitty, beautiful and young |
213-214 |
3 |
| Come cease all your pother, about this or that |
214-215 |
10 |
| All hands up aloft; swab the couch fore and aft |
215-217 |
4 |
| I heard much talk of Oxford town |
217-221 |
18 |
| In Charles the Second's merry days |
221-223 |
7 |
| My mither she makes sac a din [sic] |
223 |
3 |
| There was a jolly miller liv'd on the river Dee |
224 |
4 |
| When once the gods, like us below |
224-225 |
5 |
| Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret |
225-227 |
5 |
| You know that our ancient philosophers hold |
227 |
6 |
| Let a set of sober asses |
228-229 |
7 |
| Since there's so small diff'rence 'twixt drowning and drinking |
229-230 |
6 |
| Come now all ye social pow'rs |
230-231 |
6 |
| Once the Gods of the Greeks at an ambrosial feast |
231-233 |
16 |
| In hist'ries of heathens, by which tutors train us |
233-235 |
10 |
| Cupid sent on a message one evening by Venus |
235-236 |
8 |
| Let us laugh at the common distinctions of state |
237-238 |
8 |
| One evening Good Humour took Wit as his guest |
238-239 |
8 |
| I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling |
239-140 |
4 |
| As Jamie gay gang'd blith his way |
240-241 |
4 |
| Ye beauties, or such as would beauties be fam'd |
241-242 |
3 |
| Mon chere amie, let not despair |
242 |
3 |
| Adieu, ye streams that gently flowing |
242-243 |
8 |
| To fly, like bird, from grove to grove |
244 |
4 |
| In Eden Grove there dwells a maid |
245-246 |
9 |
| By a whirlwind methought I through Aether was hurl'd |
246-248 |
12 |
| Come care curing mirth |
248-249 |
10 |
| For ages on ages by tyranny bound |
250 |
2 |
| I'll sing you a song, and I'll sing all about it |
250-252 |
5 |
| On Maria's toilet there was lain |
252 |
2 |
| How happy is the man |
252-253 |
6 |
| How blest is the bachelor's life |
253-255 |
8 |
| Though grandeur flies my humble roof |
255-256 |
8 |
| Ye dear pretty ladies |
256-257 |
4 |
| As musing I ranged the meads all alone |
257-258 |
5 |
| Now, Joan, we are married---and now let me say |
258-259 |
7 |
| When Chloe try'd her virgin fires |
259 |
5 |
| Rose tree in full bloom, A |
260 |
2 |
| How happy were my days till now! |
260 |
3 |
| Shepherd of fortune honest, The |
261-262 |
16 |
| Let meaner bards in rapt'rous strain |
263-264 |
6 |
| Push about the bowl, boys |
264-265 |
5 |
| A courting I went to my love |
265-266 |
3 |
| I am a blade both free and easy |
266 |
5 |
| Hail godlike Washington! |
267-270 |
13 |
| In infancy our days were blest |
270 |
2 |
| I once was a maiden as fresh as a rose |
270-271 |
4 |
| Dear Kathleen, you, no doubt |
271-272 |
3 |
| Few years ago, in the days of my grannum, A |
272-273 |
3 |
| At the sign of the horse old Spintext of course |
273-275 |
16 |
| When to my pretty Poll I went |
275-276 |
5 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
276-278 |
6 |
| When fortune doth frown |
278-279 |
8 |
| Oh, Cupid, forever |
279-280 |
5 |
| From night till morn I take my glass |
280 |
2 |
| Ah! ca ira! ca ira! ca ira! |
281-282 |
3 |
| If your lovers, maids, forsake you |
282 |
4 |
| What joys do the Craft on each Mason bestow |
283-284 |
5 |
| Ye dull stupid mortals, give o'er your conjectures |
284-285 |
4 |
| No sect in the world can with Masons compare |
285-286 |
5 |
| Genius of Masonry descend |
286-287 |
5 |
| 'Tis Masonry unites mankind |
287-288 |
7 |
| Hail Masonry divine |
288-289 |
3 |
| Come let us prepare |
289-290 |
7 |
| Come, ye Masons, hither bring |
290-291 |
5 |
| We have no idle prating |
291-292 |
6 |
| Mason's daughter fair and young, A |
292-293 |
4 |
| Once I was blind and could not see |
293-295 |
8 |
| Adieu! a heart warm, fond adieu! |
295 |
4 |
| Let drunkards boast the power of wine |
296-297 |
7 |
| Ye thrice happy few |
297-299 |
8 |
| Unite, unite, your voices raise |
299 |
5 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame! |
299-300 |
4 |