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| My heart from my bosom wou'd fly |
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| On a mossy bank reclin'd |
I:6 |
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| Chloe, by that borrow'd kiss |
I:6 |
2 |
| When Fanny I saw, as she tripp'd o'er the green |
I:7 |
2 |
| My heart's soft emotions admit no disguise |
I:7-I:8 |
3 |
| Ye rivers so limpid and clear |
I:8-I:9 |
6 |
| How sweet is the joy when our blushes impart |
I:9-I:10 |
12 |
| On Richmond-Hill there lives a lass |
I:11 |
3 |
| Let bards elate |
I:11-I:12 |
3 |
| Plague of one's life, The |
I:12-I:13 |
4 |
| Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore |
I:13 |
5 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose! |
I:14 |
4 |
| I'm told by the wise ones, a maid I will die |
I:15 |
3 |
| As t' other day milking I sat in the vale |
I:15-I:16 |
5 |
| Says Plato why should man be vain? |
I:16-I:17 |
3 |
| If I e'er become Parson, for so I'm inclin'd |
I:17 |
5 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
I:18 |
3 |
| In a mould'ring cave, where the wretched retreat |
I:18-I:19 |
4 |
| From morning till night, and wherever I go |
I:19-I:20 |
5 |
| Returning from the fair one eve |
I:20 |
3 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town |
I:21-I:22 |
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| Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bowers |
I:22 |
2 |
| Hard, hard are the times, is the cry, 'tis no wonder |
I:23-I:24 |
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| Rose-tree full in bearing, A |
I:24 |
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| Dear is my little native vale |
I:25 |
3 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair |
I:25 |
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| Ye jobbers, underwriters, ye tribe of pen and ink [sic] |
I:26 |
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| World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The |
I:27 |
4 |
| Flaxen-headed cow boy, A |
I:27-I:28 |
4 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud, The |
I:28-I:29 |
3 |
| Can you to the battle march away |
I:29-I:30 |
4 |
| Hark the din of distant war |
I:30-I:31 |
3 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life |
I:31 |
3 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill |
I:32 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd |
I:32-I:33 |
3 |
| Adieu to the village delights |
I:33 |
3 |
| Blest as th' immortal gods is he |
I:34 |
4 |
| Drunk as a dragon sure is he |
I:34-I:35 |
4 |
| From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise |
I:35 |
4 |
| Genteel is my Damon, engaging his air |
I:35-I:36 |
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| On Afric's wide plains where the lion now roaring |
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| World's a strange world, child, it must be confest, The |
I:37 |
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| When William, at eve, meets me down at the stile |
I:38 |
2 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
I:38 |
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| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
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3 |
| Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm |
II:4 |
3 |
| Thou rising sun whose gladsome ray |
II:5 |
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| Night o'er the world her curtain hung |
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| Sun descending thro' the sky, The |
II:6-II:7 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a sea beat rock reclin'd |
II:7-II:8 |
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| 'Twas in the evening of a win'try day |
II:8 |
6 |
| She came from the hills of the West |
II:9 |
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| Wake and sing when wint'ry winds |
II:9-II:10 |
3 |
| Escap'd my love the cannon's ire |
II:10-II:11 |
2 |
| Ma chere amie, my darling fair |
II:11 |
3 |
| Mon cher ami, amitres cher |
II:11-II:12 |
3 |
| When Werter fair Charlotte beheld |
II:12 |
3 |
| Ma chere ami! let not despair |
II:13 |
3 |
| Farewell, ye green fields and sweet groves |
II:13-II:14 |
3 |
| I travers'd Judah's barren stand |
II:14 |
3 |
| My love was once a bonny lad |
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| 'Twas in that season of the year |
II:16 |
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| To the brook and the willow that heard him complain |
II:17 |
4 |
| Tho' cruel you seem to my pain |
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| Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure |
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| Oh! turn away those truel eyes [sic] |
II:19 |
4 |
| In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er |
II:20 |
3 |
| Despairing beside a clear stream |
II:20-II:21 |
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| Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay |
II:22-II:23 |
6 |
| My banks they are furnish'd with bees |
II:23-II:24 |
8 |
| Why will you my passion reprove |
II:25-II:26 |
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| Ye shepherds give ear to my lay |
II:26-II:27 |
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| Come, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse |
II:28 |
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| When forc'd from dear Hebe to go |
II:29-II:30 |
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| One morning very early, one morning in the spring |
II:30 |
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| O see that form that faintly gleams |
II:31 |
2 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd |
II:31-II:32 |
7 |
| 'Twas summer and softly the breezes were blowing |
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| Thus sung the fair maid on the banks of the river |
II:33-II:34 |
4 |
| To fair Fidele's glassy tomb |
II:34-II:35 |
5 |
| Wherever I'm going, and all the day long |
II:35 |
4 |
| Beneath a green shade, a lovely young swain |
II:36 |
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| Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale |
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3 |
| My true hearty fellows, who smoke with such glee |
III:4 |
5 |
| What argufies pride and ambition? |
III:5 |
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| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
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| If life is a bubble, and breaks with a blast |
III:7 |
5 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
III:7-III:8 |
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| Push about the brisk glass, I proclaim him an ass |
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| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl |
III:9-III:10 |
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| By the gaily circling glass |
III:10 |
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| What Cato advises most certainly wise is |
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| Roving about, good fellows to meet |
III:11 |
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| When the fancy stirring bowl |
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| Poh! pox o' this nonsense, I pr'ythee give o'er |
III:13 |
5 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
III:13-III:14 |
6 |
| Now we are free from college rules |
III:14-III:15 |
7 |
| To Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee |
III:16-III:17 |
6 |
| Ye frolicsome sparks of the game [sic] |
III:17-III:19 |
6 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul |
III:19-III:20 |
5 |
| With a cheerful old friend, and a merry old song |
III:20 |
3 |
| When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth |
III:20-III:21 |
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| While up the shrouds the sailor goes |
III:21-III:22 |
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| Assist me, ye lads, who have hearts void of guile |
III:22 |
5 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other |
III:23 |
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| Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret |
III:23-III:24 |
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| Since there's so small diff'rence 'twixt drowning and drinking |
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| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
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| Give me the nymph who no beauty can boast |
IV:4-IV:5 |
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| O alas! I've lost my lover |
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| I'll sing you a song about a young lady that liv'd at Aberdeen |
IV:6-IV:9 |
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| A courting I went to my love |
IV:10 |
6 |
| In Jacky Bull, when bound for France |
IV:10-IV:11 |
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| Master I have, and I am his man, A |
IV:11-IV:12 |
6 |
| All you who wou'd wish to succeed with a lass |
IV:12 |
4 |
| Sing the loves of John and Jean |
IV:12-IV:14 |
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| One midsummer morning, when nature look'd gay |
IV:14-IV:15 |
5 |
| Pounds, shillings, pence and farthings, I |
IV:15 |
3 |
| While o'er the raging roaring seas |
IV:16 |
2 |
| Gad-a-mercy! devil's in me |
IV:16-IV:17 |
2 |
| When the men a courting come |
IV:17-IV:18 |
5 |
| To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet |
IV:18-IV:19 |
3 |
| Be it known to all those whosoe'er it regards |
IV:19-IV:20 |
4 |
| Ye scamps, ye pads, ye divers, and all upon the lay |
IV:20-IV:21 |
5 |
| Amo amas, I love a lass |
IV:21-IV:22 |
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| Devil burn 'em---those wits are jack asses |
IV:22-IV:23 |
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| I'll sing you a song, faith I'm singing it now here |
IV:23-IV:24 |
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| Now listen, my friends, to an old dog's new story |
IV:24-IV:25 |
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| There's something in kissing--I cannot tell why |
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| Jonathan a wooing went |
IV:26-IV:27 |
3 |
| I've oftentimes heard my old grandmother say |
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| All men are mere children, all women the same |
IV:28 |
3 |
| Four and twenty fiddlers all in a row |
IV:29-IV:30 |
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| It has long been my fate to be thought in the wrong |
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6 |
| Two gossips they merrily met |
IV:31-IV:33 |
8 |
| Fine songsters apologies too often use |
IV:33-IV:34 |
10 |
| Kind nature had thrown off the load |
IV:34-IV:36 |
6 |
| Ye clouds of a dirt-colour dye |
IV:36-IV:37 |
6 |
| There was once---it is said |
IV:37-IV:40 |
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| In an old quiet parish, on a brown, healthy, old moor |
IV:40-IV:41 |
4 |
| Parson, who had the remarkable foible, A |
IV:41-IV:43 |
12 |
| My sweet pretty Mogg, you're as soft as a bog |
IV:43 |
3 |
| There be lovers, of life so profuse |
IV:44-IV:45 |
7 |
| You may say what you will, but Belinda's too tall |
IV:45-IV:46 |
7 |
| I married with a scolding wife |
IV:46-IV:47 |
2 |
| It is, I believe |
IV:47 |
5 |
| Willy, after courting long |
IV:47-IV:48 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see |
V:3-V:4 |
4 |
| When Jack parted from me to plough the salt deep |
V:4-V:5 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
V:6 |
3 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna |
V:6-V:7 |
3 |
| Busy crew their sails unbending, The |
V:7-V:8 |
5 |
| When last from the straits we had fairly cast anchor |
V:8 |
3 |
| Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman |
V:9 |
3 |
| Yet, though I've no fortune to offer |
V:9-V:10 |
5 |
| Poll dang' it how d' ye do |
V:10-V:11 |
4 |
| When sailing for Columbia's land |
V:11 |
3 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd |
V:12 |
6 |
| When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars |
V:13 |
6 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
V:13-V:14 |
3 |
| Top-sail shivers in the wind, The |
V:14-V:15 |
4 |
| My bonny sailor's won my mind |
V:15 |
3 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The |
V:16 |
5 |
| Hark! hark! the joy inspiring horn |
V:17 |
4 |
| From the East breaks the morn |
V:17-V:18 |
5 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
V:18-V:19 |
6 |
| Now Phoebus gilds the orient skies |
V:19-V:20 |
6 |
| Away to the field see the morning looks grey |
V:20-V:21 |
5 |
| Twins of Latona so kind to myboon, The |
V:21-V:22 |
2 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
V:22 |
3 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
V:22-V:23 |
2 |
| Come let us prepare |
V:23-V:24 |
7 |
| Let Mason's fame rebound |
V:24-V:25 |
5 |
| Once I was blind, and could not see |
V:25-V:27 |
8 |
| Arise and sound the trumpet, fame |
V:27-V:28 |
4 |
| It is my duty to obey |
V:28-V:29 |
5 |
| I that was once a ploughman, a sailor am now |
V:30 |
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