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Short Title Columbian, 1798 
Title Columbian Songster, The 
Pages 216 
Publisher Larkin, S. 
Location AoA 
Date 1798 
Place Portsmouth 
Data Place AoA: E33983 
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When our enemies rise and defiance proclaim  11 
Ere around the huge oak that o'er shadows yon mill  11-12 
We meet as a circle, our title's the same  12 
When our great sires this land explor'd  13-14 
Great Washington, the Hero's come  14-16  12 
Sweet music's aid we haply share [sic]  16-17 
Once the Gods of the Greeks at ambrosial feast  17-18 
Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing  18-19 
In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote  19 
And bearing up to gain the port  19-20 
Why Moses, why Aaron, my boys  20 
I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids  20   
  20   
I sigh and lament me in vain  20-21 
Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer  21 
Oh dear, what can the matter be?  21   
Heart that has ne'er tasted sorrow, The  22 
I ne'er by a lass yet was scouted  22-23 
When to my pretty Poll I went  23-24 
In the smiles of the fair  24 
What a hard lot is ours now, indeed and indeed  24-25 
Woman now by grace and feature  25-26 
From North to South, from East to West  26-27 
O listen, listen to the voice of love  27 
One sweet May morn, in woody dale  27-28 
My daddy was a tinker's son  28-30 
Waves were hush'd---the sky serene, The  30-31 
When on board the Hector I first went to sea  31 
Let men elate, of doctors prate  31-32 
John Bull, for pastime took a prance  32-33 
Since plenty has crown'd  33-34 
In my club-room so great  34 
Far remov'd from noise or smoke [sic]  35 
Once friends I had, but ah! too soon  35-36 
How sweet is the breeze at eve's modest hour  36-37 
First of my pranks was at little Ratshane, The  37-38 
Beggar I am, and of low degree, A  38-39 
O love! what the deuce do you want in my bosom  39-40 
While nostrums are held out to cure each disease  40 
On board the good ship Molly  40-41 
Let the toast be love and beauty  41-42 
I'm hither sent 'mong mortals to declare  42-43 
Dear Judy my granny, was fond of the sweets  43-44 
You make talk about drinking of claret and whisky  44-45 
Sup of good whisky will make you glad, A  45-46 
Thro' life's rugged voyage each mortal must sail  46-47 
Says our Nancy, says she---one day to I  47-48 
In life's morn a maiden gay  49 
Hark, hark, the loud drums call the soldiers away  49-50 
On board, the grog went cheerly round  50-51 
I fell out with my feyther 'bout something or else  51-52 
I'm nick-nam'd Quack by every prig  52-53 
Poll dang it how d' ye do, Nan won't ye gi's a buss  54 
On that lone bank where Lubin died  54 
I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hills  55-56 
'Twas post meridian, half past four  56-57 
'Twas in the green meadows so gay  57-58 
One moon-shiny night, about two in the morning  58-60 
My dad was asleep in his old elbow chair  60 
In early youth to fear a stranger  60-61 
I of feeling won't boast---I've no more than my share  61-62 
When first I was kitten'd, it was in Kilkenny  62 
You may talk of your maidens, fair widows & wives  62-63 
O when I was a boy, and a pretty little boy  63 
Oh Lord! what a terrible fright I'm in  64 
Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow  64-65 
As gay as a lark, and as blythe as a bee  65-66 
'T wash the top of the morning so pleasant and clear  66 
Don't you remember a poor carpet weaver  66-67 
By nature soft as kneaded dough  67 
Snip once employ'd a lawyer spruce  67-68 
When morn's approach had banish'd night  68-69 
Woman is to---but stay---, A  69-70 
Ever since I found true love beginning  70-71 
When the hollow drum has beat to bed  71-72 
Oh! happy tawny moor, when you love  72 
At sixteen years old, you could get very little good of me  73 
Faint and wearily, the way worn traveller  73-74 
Such beauties in view I  74-75 
In the choice of a husband we widows are nice  75 
Sailor's life's a life of woe, A  75-77 
There was Dorothy Dump, would mutter and mump  77 
I am a brisk and sprightly lad  77-78 
Tho' oft we meet severe distress  78-79 
When William at eve meets me down at the stile  79 
Her mouth with a smile  79 
By this fountain's flow'ry side  79-80 
When bidden to the wake or fair  80-81 
When I've money I am merry  81-82 
At dawn I rose with jocund glee  82 
Tho' I am now a very little lad  82-83 
Soldier is the noblest name, A  83-84 
Voyage over seas had not enter'd my head, A  84 
This maxim let ev'ry one hear  84-85 
O give me your plain dealing fellows  85 
Clerk I was in London gay, A  85-86 
I can't for my life guess the cause of this fuss  86 
Why must I appear so deceitful?  87 
Though prudence may press me  87 
You all must have heard of the learned pig  87-89 
I was call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town  89-90 
Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The  90-91 
Rose just bursting into bloom, The  91-92 
Wrap't in the evening's soft and pensive shade  92 
Aurora, lovely blooming fair  92 
When I was a poor, little innocent boy  92-93 
Gentle maid of whom I sing, The  94 
Wide over the tremulous sea  94-95 
Violet and primrose to pluck as the bloom, The  95-96 
If round the world poor sailors roam  96 
In tatter'd weed, from town to town  96-97 
Of all the girls that are so smart  97-98 
Bard who glows with Grubstreet fire, The  98-99 
Hast thou forgot the oak that throws  99-100 
I'm old enough to be married I wis [sic]  100 
Faith, you must know I once was born  100-101 
My lord---you're a horrid creature---an't that true my lady?  101-102 
What argufies your logic, your sense and all that there  102-103 
When the robber his victim has noted  103 
Traveller stopt at a widow's gate, A  103-104 
Man whose life is on the seas, The  104-105 
At Symond's-Inn I sip my tea  105-106 
Though the lawyer comes to woo  106 
O listen then, and silent feel  106-107 
Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The  107 
Ned oft had braved the field of battle  108 
'Twas in the grove the other morn  108-109 
Ere I had well grown to an age  109-110 
When sleep has clos'd the trav'ler's eyes  110 
Come hither ye belles, aye and likewise ye beaux  110-111 
In love be I fifth button high  111-112 
When I was a younker, says feyther to I  112-113 
Plough-boy neighbours knew me, as jocund as could be, A  113 
While your opera squallers fine verses are singing  113-114 
Of all the swains both far and near  114-115 
Come buy my ripe cherries, fair maidens come buy  115-116 
Ye nymphs and swains  116-117 
T' other day as I walk'd in the Mall  117 
'Twas about ten o'clock when we first set out  117-119 
To be merry, and wise, is a maxim of old  119 
Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The  119-120 
Sir Solomon Simons when he did wed  120-122 
No more I'll court the town-bred fair  122 
Peaceful, slumbering on the ocean  122-123 
Peaceful snoozing on the ocean  123 
For England, when with fav'ring gale  123-124 
Gad-a-mercy! devil's in me  124-125 
To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet  125-126 
Card invites, in crouds we fly, The  126 
When rural lads and lasses gay  126-127 
Give me wine, rosy wine, that foe to despair  127-128 
When I was of a tender age  128-129 
In storms, when clouds obscure the sky  129 
Contented I am, and contented I'll be  129-131  11 
Let's be jovial, fill our glasses  131 
To my muse give attention, and deem it not a mystery  131-133 
When first this humble roof I knew  133-134 
When my money was gone that I gain'd in the wars  134 
Tho' my dad I must own is but poor  134-135 
When I was a younker, I first was apprentic'd  135-136 
Since, then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove  136 
When first I had scarcely told sixteen  136-137 
O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales  137-138 
With care I've search'd the village round  138-139 
How happily my life I led  139 
I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids  139-140 
From night till morn I take my glass  140 
Come. sailors, be filling the can  140-141   
Pretty gem'man once I saw, A  141-142 
I am a jolly gay pedlar  142-143 
Plague of one's life, The  143-144 
Born under a cloud of misfortunes and sorrow  144-145 
O say, simple maid, have you form'd any notion  145 
Come, let us be jovial and hearty  145-146 
True son of Neptune's a friend to the bowl, The  146 
Fox is unkennel'd---the hounds are in cry, The  147 
Cou'd you to battle march away  147-148 
I tremble to think that my soldier's so bold  148 
When one's drunk, not a girl but looks pretty  148-149 
Merry man, The  149 
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine  149-150 
Had Neptune, when first he took charge of the sea  150-151 
Wealthy fool with gold in store, The  151-152 
Silver moon that shines so bright, The  152 
Free from the bustle care and strife  152-153 
Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays  153-155 
Do you hear brother sportsman, the sound of the horn  155 
See ruddy Aurora begins to appear  156   
Banish sorrow, grief's a folly  156-157 
Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too  157-158 
Assist me, ye lads who have hearts void of guile  158-159 
From the East breaks the morn  159-160 
Dusky night rides down the sky, The  160 
Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The  161 
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day  161-162 
London town is just like a barber's shop  162 
You may feast your ears with a fife or drum  162-164 
Hark forward's the word, and all join in the chace  164 
Ye sportsmen for pleasure and exercise born  164-165 
You good fellows all  165-167 
Let the sportsman go boast of the joys pf the chace  167-168 
Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care-killing bowl  168-169 
As Dolly sat milking her cow  169 
Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd  170 
When the anchor's weigh'd and ship's unmoor'd  170-171 
John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred  171-173 
Psalm or a song-singing cobler be I, A  173-174 
Meadows look chearful, the birds sweetly sing, The  174 
One kind kiss before we part  174-175 
They tell me I'm too young to wed  175 
I was press'd while a rowing so happy  176-177 
See the dawn how it rises in golden array  177 
Dear Nancy, I've sail'd the world all around  177-178 
O! Fortune, how strangely thy gifts are awarded  178-179 
No lark that e'er whistled aloft o'er the downs  179-180 
But three months yet I've been a wife  180-181 
Spanking Jack was so comely, so blythe, and so jolly  181-182 
To pleasure let's raise the heart-chearing song  182-183 
Gather your rose-buds while you may  183 
When lovers are too daring grown  183-184 
I'd fain ask you a this, but in steps a that  184 
Now we're launch'd on the world  185 
Verily ah! how my heart keepeth bumping  185-186 
There were Farmer Thrasher, and he had a cow  186-187  11 
Tom Truelove woo'd the sweetest fair  188 
'Twas on a bank of daisies sweet  189 
Johhny met me t' other day  189-190 
Scarcely had the blushing morning  190-191 
When the rosy morn appearing  191-192 
When morn, 'twixt mountain and the sky  192 
Our immortal poet's page  193-195 
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling  195-196 
Wind was hush'd, the storm was over, The  196-197 
Were I oblig'd to beg my bread  197 
By moonlight on the green  197-198 
How blest has my time been, what joys have I known  198-199 
Night o'er the world her curtain hung  199 
Say, have you seen my Arabell?  200 
Near Bow'ry Richmond, Thames' side  200-201 
Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The  201-202 
My heart is as honest and brave as the best  202 
Here I was, my good masters, my name's Teddy Clinch  202-203 
What argufies pride and ambition?  203-204 
Two real tars, whom duty call'd  204-205 
Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light  205 
Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze  206 
Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see  206-207 
While up the shrouds the sailor goes  207-208 
My heart from my bosom wou'd fly  208-209 
Plague of those musty old lubbers, A  209-210 
I sail'd in the good ship the Kitty  210 
At the sound of the horn  210-211 
No more from fair to fair I rove  211-212 
Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The  212 
I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now  212-214 
Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman  214-215 
There are grinders enough, sirs, of ev'ry degree  215 
Trust not man for he'll deceive you  215-216 
Trust not woman she'll beguile you  216 
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