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My heart from my bosom wou'd fly |
I:5 |
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On a mossy bank reclin'd |
I:6 |
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Chloe, by that borrow'd kiss |
I:6 |
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When Fanny I saw, as she tripp'd o'er the green |
I:7 |
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My heart's soft emotion admit no disguise |
I:7-I:8 |
3 |
Ye rivers so limpid and clear |
I:8-I:9 |
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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 of Sue or Kate |
I:11-I:12 |
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Plague of one's life, The |
I:12-I:13 |
4 |
Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore |
I:13 |
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What beauties does Flora disclose |
I:14 |
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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 |
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If I e'er become Parson, for so I'm inclin'd |
I:17 |
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Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
I:18 |
3 |
In a mould'ring cave, where the wretched retreat |
I:18-I:19 |
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From morning till night, and wherever I go |
I:19-I:20 |
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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 |
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Hard, hard are the times, is the cry, it's no wonder |
I:23-I:24 |
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Rose tree in full bloom, A |
I:24 |
2 |
Dear is my native vale |
I:25 |
3 |
When bidden to the wake or fair |
I:25 |
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Ye jobbers, underwriters, ye tribes of pen and ink |
I:26 |
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World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The |
I:27 |
4 |
Flaxen-headed cowboy, A |
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 |
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Adieu Adieu my only life |
I:31 |
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Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill |
I:32 |
3 |
O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd |
I:32-I:33 |
3 |
Adieu to the village delights |
I:33 |
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Blest as th' immortal gods is he |
I:34 |
3 |
Drunk as a dragon sure is he |
I:34 |
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 plain where the lion now roaring |
I:36 |
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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 |
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I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
I:38 |
4 |
'Twas near a thickets calm retreat |
II:3 |
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 |
II:5-II:6 |
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Sun descending thro' the sky, The |
II:6 |
3 |
'Twas near a sea beat rock reclin'd |
II:7-II:8 |
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'Twas in the evening of a wnit'ry day |
II:8 |
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She came from the hills of the West |
II:9 |
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Wake and sing when wintry winds |
II:9-II:10 |
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Escap'd my love the cannon's ire |
II:10 |
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Ma chere amie, my charming 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 |
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Farewell, ye green fields and sweet groves |
II:13-II:14 |
3 |
I travers'd Judah's barren sand |
II:14 |
3 |
My love was once a bonny lad |
II:15 |
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'Twas in that season of the year |
II:16 |
4 |
To the brook and the willow that heard him complain |
II:17 |
5 |
Tho' cruel you seem to my pain |
II:17-II:18 |
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Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure |
II:18 |
5 |
Oh! turn away those cruel eyes |
II:19 |
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In vain fond youth, thy tears give o'er |
II:20 |
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Despairing beside a clear stream |
II:20-II:22 |
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Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay |
II:22-II:23 |
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My banks they are furnish'd with bees |
II:23-II:24 |
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Why will you my passion reprove? |
II:25-II:26 |
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Ye shepherds give ear to my cry |
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 |
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As down on Banna's banks I stray'd |
II:31-II:32 |
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'Twas summer and softly the breezes were blowing |
II:32 |
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Thus sung the fair maid on the banks of the river |
II:33-II:34 |
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To fair Fidele's glassy tomb |
II:34 |
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Wherever I'm going, and all the day long |
II:35 |
4 |
Beneath a green shade, a lovely young swain |
II:36 |
4 |
Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale |
III:3 |
3 |
My true hearty fellows, who smoke with such glee |
III:4 |
5 |
What argufies pride and ambition |
III:5 |
5 |
Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
III:5-III:6 |
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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 |
5 |
Push about the brisk glass, I proclaim him an ass |
III:8 |
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Tear that bedews sensibility's shrink, The |
III:9 |
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By the gaily circling glass |
III:10 |
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What Cato advises most certainly wise is |
III:10 |
4 |
Roving about, good fellows to meet |
III:11 |
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When the fancy stirring bowl |
III:12 |
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Poh! pox o' this nonsense, I pr'ythee give o'er |
III:13 |
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Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
III:13-III:14 |
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Now we are free from college rules |
III:14-III:15 |
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To Anacreon in Heav'n where he sat in full glee |
III:16 |
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Ye frolicsome sparks of the game |
III:17-III:18 |
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Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul |
III:19-III:20 |
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With a cheerful old friend, and a merry old song |
III:20 |
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When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth |
III:20 |
6 |
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 |
2 |
Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret |
III:23-III:24 |
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Since there's so small differ'nce 'twixt drowning and drinking |
III:24 |
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Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
IV:3-IV:4 |
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Give me the nymph who no beauty can boast |
IV:4 |
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O alas! I've lost my lover |
IV:5-IV:6 |
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I'll sing you a song about a young lady that liv'd in Aberdeen |
IV:6-IV:9 |
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A courting I went to my love |
IV:10 |
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In Jacky Bull when bound for France |
IV:10 |
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Master I have, and I am his man, A |
IV:11 |
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All you who wou'd wish to succeed with a lass |
IV:12 |
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Sing the loves of John and Jean |
IV:12-IV:13 |
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One midsummer morning, when nature look'd gay |
IV:14 |
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Pounds, shillings, pence, and farthings |
IV:15 |
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While o'er the raging soaring seas |
IV:16 |
2 |
Gad-a-mercy! devil's in me |
IV:16 |
4 |
When the men a courting come |
IV:17 |
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To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet |
IV:18 |
3 |
Be it known to all those whosoe'er it regards |
IV:19-IV:20 |
4 |
Ye simps, ye pads, ye diver, and all upon the lay |
IV:20-IV:21 |
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Amo amas, I love a lass |
IV:21-IV:22 |
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Devil burn 'em---those wits are jack asses |
IV:22 |
6 |
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 |
IV:25-IV:26 |
2 |
Jonathan a wooing went |
IV:26-IV:27 |
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I've oftentimes heard my old grandmother say |
IV:27-IV:28 |
3 |
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 |
IV:30-IV:31 |
6 |
Two gossips they merrily met |
IV:31-IV:33 |
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Fine songsters apologies too often use |
IV:33-IV:34 |
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Kind nature had thrown off the load |
IV:34-IV:36 |
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Ye clouds of a dirt-colour dye |
IV:36-IV:37 |
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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 |
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Parson who had the remarkable foible, A |
IV:41-IV:43 |
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My sweet pretty Mogg, you're as soft as a bog |
IV:43-IV:45 |
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You may say what you will, but Belinda's too tall |
IV:45-IV:46 |
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I married with a scolding wife |
IV:46 |
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It is, I believe, next Hollandtide eve |
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 |
3 |
Busy crew their sails unbending, The |
V:7-V:8 |
5 |
When fast from the straits we had fairly cast anchor |
V:8 |
3 |
Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman |
V:9 |
3 |
Kind honest heart of a tar, The |
V:9-V:10 |
5 |
Poll dang' it how d' ye do |
V:10 |
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 deary |
V:13-V:14 |
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Top sail shivers in the wind, The |
V:14 |
4 |
My bonny sailor's won my mind |
V:15 |
1 |
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 |
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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 my boon, The |
V:21-V:22 |
2 |
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of light |
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 resound |
V:24-V:25 |
5 |
Once I was blind and could not see |
V:25-V:27 |
5 |
Arise and sound the trumpet, fame |
V:27-V:28 |
4 |
It is my duty to obey |
V:28-V:29 |
5 |
I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
V:29-V:30 |
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