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Short Title Syren-2, 1797 
Title Syren, The 
Pages 175 
Publisher Bonsal and Niles 
Location MWA 
Date 1797 
Place Wilmington 
Data Place MWA 
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My heart from my bosom wou'd fly  I:5 
On a mossy bank reclin'd  I:6 
Chloe, by that borrow'd kiss  I:6 
When Fanny I saw, as she tripp'd o'er the green  I:7 
My heart's soft emotion admit no disguise  I:7-I:8 
Ye rivers so limpid and clear  I:8-I:9 
How sweet is the joy when our blushes impart  I:9-I:10  12 
On Richmond-Hill there lives a lass  I:11 
Let bards elate of Sue or Kate  I:11-I:12 
Plague of one's life, The  I:12-I:13 
Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore  I:13   
What beauties does Flora disclose  I:14 
I'm told by the wise ones, a maid I will die  I:15 
As t' other day milking I sat in the vale  I:15-I:16 
Says Plato, why should man be vain?  I:16-I:17 
If I e'er become Parson, for so I'm inclin'd  I:17 
Wealthy fool with gold in store, The  I:18 
In a mould'ring cave, where the wretched retreat  I:18-I:19 
From morning till night, and wherever I go  I:19-I:20 
Returning from the fair one eve  I:20 
When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town  I:21-I:22 
Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bowers  I:22 
Hard, hard are the times, is the cry, it's no wonder  I:23-I:24 
Rose tree in full bloom, A  I:24 
Dear is my native vale  I:25 
When bidden to the wake or fair  I:25 
Ye jobbers, underwriters, ye tribes of pen and ink  I:26 
World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The  I:27 
Flaxen-headed cowboy, A  I:28 
Day is departed and round from the cloud, The  I:28-I:29 
Can you to the battle march away  I:29-I:30 
Hark the din of distant war  I:30 
Adieu Adieu my only life  I:31 
Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill  I:32 
O think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd  I:32-I:33 
Adieu to the village delights  I:33 
Blest as th' immortal gods is he  I:34 
Drunk as a dragon sure is he  I:34 
From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise  I:35 
Genteel is my Damon, engaging his air  I:35-I:36 
On Afric's wide plain where the lion now roaring  I:36 
World's a strange world, child, it must be confest, The  I:37 
When William at eve, meets me down at the stile  I:38 
I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids  I:38 
'Twas near a thickets calm retreat  II:3 
Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm  II:4 
Thou rising sun whose gladsome ray  II:5 
Night o'er the world her curtain hung  II:5-II:6 
Sun descending thro' the sky, The  II:6 
'Twas near a sea beat rock reclin'd  II:7-II:8 
'Twas in the evening of a wnit'ry day  II:8 
She came from the hills of the West  II:9 
Wake and sing when wintry winds  II:9-II:10 
Escap'd my love the cannon's ire  II:10 
Ma chere amie, my charming fair  II:11 
Mon cher ami, amitres cher  II:11-II:12 
When Werter fair Charlotte beheld  II:12 
Ma chere ami! let not despair  II:13   
Farewell, ye green fields and sweet groves  II:13-II:14 
I travers'd Judah's barren sand  II:14 
My love was once a bonny lad  II:15 
'Twas in that season of the year  II:16 
To the brook and the willow that heard him complain  II:17 
Tho' cruel you seem to my pain  II:17-II:18 
Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure  II:18 
Oh! turn away those cruel eyes  II:19 
In vain fond youth, thy tears give o'er  II:20 
Despairing beside a clear stream  II:20-II:22 
Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay  II:22-II:23 
My banks they are furnish'd with bees  II:23-II:24 
Why will you my passion reprove?  II:25-II:26 
Ye shepherds give ear to my cry  II:26-II:27 
Come shepherds, we'll follow the hearse  II:28 
When forc'd from dear Hebe to go  II:29-II:30 
One morning very early; one morning in the spring  II:30 
O see that form that faintly gleams  II:31 
As down on Banna's banks I stray'd  II:31-II:32 
'Twas summer and softly the breezes were blowing  II:32 
Thus sung the fair maid on the banks of the river  II:33-II:34 
To fair Fidele's glassy tomb  II:34 
Wherever I'm going, and all the day long  II:35 
Beneath a green shade, a lovely young swain  II:36 
Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale  III:3 
My true hearty fellows, who smoke with such glee  III:4 
What argufies pride and ambition  III:5 
Plague of those musty old lubbers, A  III:5-III:6 
If life is a bubble, and breaks with a blast  III:7 
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine  III:7 
Push about the brisk glass, I proclaim him an ass  III:8 
Tear that bedews sensibility's shrink, The  III:9 
By the gaily circling glass  III:10 
What Cato advises most certainly wise is  III:10 
Roving about, good fellows to meet  III:11 
When the fancy stirring bowl  III:12 
Poh! pox o' this nonsense, I pr'ythee give o'er  III:13 
Contented I am, and contented I'll be  III:13-III:14 
Now we are free from college rules  III:14-III:15 
To Anacreon in Heav'n where he sat in full glee  III:16 
Ye frolicsome sparks of the game  III:17-III:18 
Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul  III:19-III:20 
With a cheerful old friend, and a merry old song  III:20 
When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth  III:20 
While up the shrouds the sailor goes  III:21-III:22 
Assist me, ye lads, who have hearts void of guile  III:22 
With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other  III:23 
Ye lads of true spirit, pay courtship to claret  III:23-III:24 
Since there's so small differ'nce 'twixt drowning and drinking  III:24 
Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The  IV:3-IV:4 
Give me the nymph who no beauty can boast  IV:4 
O alas! I've lost my lover  IV:5-IV:6 
I'll sing you a song about a young lady that liv'd in Aberdeen  IV:6-IV:9  16 
A courting I went to my love  IV:10 
In Jacky Bull when bound for France  IV:10 
Master I have, and I am his man, A  IV:11 
All you who wou'd wish to succeed with a lass  IV:12 
Sing the loves of John and Jean  IV:12-IV:13 
One midsummer morning, when nature look'd gay  IV:14 
Pounds, shillings, pence, and farthings  IV:15 
While o'er the raging soaring seas  IV:16 
Gad-a-mercy! devil's in me  IV:16 
When the men a courting come  IV:17 
To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet  IV:18 
Be it known to all those whosoe'er it regards  IV:19-IV:20 
Ye simps, ye pads, ye diver, and all upon the lay  IV:20-IV:21 
Amo amas, I love a lass  IV:21-IV:22 
Devil burn 'em---those wits are jack asses  IV:22 
I'll sing you a song, faith I'm singing it now here  IV:23-IV:24 
Now listen my friends, to an old dog's new story  IV:24-IV:25 
There's something in kissing, I cannot tell why  IV:25-IV:26 
Jonathan a wooing went  IV:26-IV:27 
I've oftentimes heard my old grandmother say  IV:27-IV:28 
All men are mere children, all women the same  IV:28 
Four and twenty fiddlers all in a row  IV:29-IV:30  11 
It has long been my fate to be thought in the wrong  IV:30-IV:31 
Two gossips they merrily met  IV:31-IV:33 
Fine songsters apologies too often use  IV:33-IV:34  10 
Kind nature had thrown off the load  IV:34-IV:36 
Ye clouds of a dirt-colour dye  IV:36-IV:37 
There was once---it is said  IV:37-IV:40  19 
In an old quiet parish, on a brown, healthy old moor  IV:40-IV:41 
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-IV:45  10 
You may say what you will, but Belinda's too tall  IV:45-IV:46 
I married with a scolding wife  IV:46 
It is, I believe, next Hollandtide eve  IV:47 
Willy after courting long  IV:47-IV:48 
Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see  V:3-V:4 
When Jack parted from me to plough the salt deep  V:4-V:5 
Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling  V:6 
Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna  V:6 
Busy crew their sails unbending, The  V:7-V:8 
When fast from the straits we had fairly cast anchor  V:8 
Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman  V:9 
Kind honest heart of a tar, The  V:9-V:10 
Poll dang' it how d' ye do  V:10 
When sailing for Columbia's land  V:11 
When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd  V:12 
When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars  V:13 
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my deary  V:13-V:14 
Top sail shivers in the wind, The  V:14 
My bonny sailor's won my mind  V:15 
Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The  V:16 
Hark! hark! the joy inspiring horn  V:17 
From the East breaks the morn  V:17-V:18 
Dusky night rides down the sky, The  V:18-V:19 
Now Phoebus gilds the orient skies  V:19-V:20 
Away to the field see the morning looks grey  V:20-V:21 
Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The  V:21-V:22 
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of light  V:22 
Let Masonry from pole to pole  V:22-V:23 
Come let us prepare  V:23-V:24 
Let Mason's fame resound  V:24-V:25 
Once I was blind and could not see  V:25-V:27 
Arise and sound the trumpet, fame  V:27-V:28 
It is my duty to obey  V:28-V:29 
I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now  V:29-V:30 
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