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Ye sons of Columbia, unite in the cause |
5-6 |
6 |
Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought |
7-10 |
9 |
Hail Columbia! happy land |
10-11 |
4 |
Come, hail the day, ye sons of mirth |
12-13 |
6 |
God save the United States |
13-14 |
5 |
Sing Yankee Doodle, that fine tune |
15-17 |
14 |
From th' soil our fathers dearly bo't |
17-18 |
5 |
To the standard repair |
18-19 |
6 |
Hail, victorious Freedom, hail! |
20-21 |
4 |
Come all grenadiers let us join hand in hand |
21-22 |
3 |
On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay |
22-23 |
3 |
Shepherds I have lost my love |
23 |
4 |
Woman is like to--but stay--, A |
23-25 |
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Man, he is like to--but stay--, A |
25-26 |
7 |
When Britain with despotic sway |
27-28 |
6 |
At the sound of the horn |
28-29 |
4 |
Fair liberty! whom heaven gave |
29-30 |
2 |
Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, The |
30 |
5 |
Hark, hark, from the woodlands the loud swelling horn |
31 |
3 |
Awake from delusion, ye sons of the brave |
31-33 |
6 |
How bright are the joys of the table |
33-34 |
4 |
Dear Kathleen, you no doubt |
34-35 |
3 |
Simplicity! thou fav'rite child |
35 |
2 |
Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
36 |
3 |
Distress me with those tears no more |
36-37 |
3 |
Tho' prudence may press me |
37 |
2 |
How happy the woman, whose charms |
38 |
3 |
Lord, what care I for mam, or dad |
38-39 |
5 |
Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed |
39-41 |
9 |
To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet |
41 |
3 |
Hope, treach'rous meteor, lucid vapour! |
42 |
2 |
My mother says, I'm now sixteen |
42-43 |
6 |
Flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, A |
43-44 |
4 |
Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour, farewell my soul's delight |
44-45 |
7 |
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer |
46-48 |
9 |
Banish sorrow grief and folly |
48-49 |
3 |
I Delia's beauties would disclose |
49-50 |
9 |
Lark was up, the morn was grey, The |
51-53 |
16 |
In storms, when clouds obscure the sky |
53-54 |
3 |
Hail, patriots all! this day combine |
54-55 |
4 |
Friendship to every willing mind |
55-56 |
5 |
Says Plato, why should man be vain? |
56-57 |
3 |
Bright God of Day, drew westward away, The |
57-58 |
5 |
Rose tree in full bearing, A |
58-60 |
6 |
How stands the glass around? |
60-61 |
3 |
Come all you pretty maidens, some older, some younger |
61-62 |
5 |
Both sexes give ear to my fancy |
62-63 |
10 |
Any one, who reads the scripture |
64 |
3 |
There was once, it was said, when is out of my head |
64-67 |
19 |
When Delia on the plain appears |
67-68 |
5 |
'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
68-69 |
5 |
Beauteous sterling late I saw, A [sic] |
70-71 |
8 |
Trust not man for he'll decieve you |
71 |
3 |
Trust not woman, she'll beguile you |
71-72 |
3 |
Some women take delight in dress |
72-73 |
4 |
Ye virgins attend |
73-74 |
5 |
I dreamt I saw a piteous sight |
74-75 |
8 |
I sigh and lament me in vain |
75-76 |
3 |
Fly ye traitors from our land |
76-77 |
5 |
Of damask cheeks, and snowy neck |
78 |
4 |
Why should our joys transform to pain? |
78-80 |
10 |
I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
80-82 |
4 |
How imperfect is expression |
82-83 |
3 |
For various purpose serves the fan |
83-84 |
2 |
Jolly mortals, fill your glasses |
84 |
3 |
Music, how pow'rful is thy charm! |
84-85 |
5 |
Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
85-87 |
3 |
Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing |
87-89 |
6 |
Our immortal poet's page |
89-92 |
8 |
As passing by a shady grove |
92-93 |
6 |
Sweet nightingale, best poet of the grove |
93-94 |
4 |
Were I to choose the greatest bliss |
94 |
4 |
Celia, that I once was blest |
94-95 |
3 |
You say, sir, once, a wit allow'd |
95-96 |
2 |
Time has not thin'd my flowing hair |
96 |
2 |
This world is a stage |
96-99 |
15 |
'Twas in the flow'ry month of May |
99-100 |
4 |
How blest is the bachelor's life |
100-102 |
8 |
Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The |
102-103 |
4 |
Sails unfurl'd, the ship unmoor'd, The |
103-104 |
4 |
How happy is the man |
104-105 |
6 |
Come, care curing mirth |
105-107 |
10 |
As Neptune in his coral bow'r |
107-109 |
9 |
I heard much talk of Oxford town |
109-113 |
18 |
I am a blade both free and easy |
113-114 |
5 |
Hail, godlike Washington! |
114-118 |
13 |
Cease, a while, ye winds to blow |
118 |
4 |
In infancy our days were blest |
119 |
2 |
When fortune doth frown |
119-121 |
8 |
Amo, amas |
121-122 |
3 |
Come now, all ye social powers |
122 |
4 |
Oh, Cupid forever |
123-124 |
5 |
From night till morn I take my glass |
124 |
2 |
Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
124-126 |
10 |
What is a poet, Sir? you, Sir? no, Sir? |
126-127 |
3 |
'Twas at the break of day we spy'd |
127-128 |
4 |
Ye fair, possess'd of ev'ry charm |
128 |
3 |
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
129-131 |
6 |
Say, have you seen my Arabell? |
131 |
3 |
To my muse give attention, and deem it not a mystery |
132-134 |
9 |
Hark! Echo! sweet Echo repeats the loud strain |
134-135 |
2 |
No pastime, no sport can with hunting compare |
135 |
3 |
Minerva in heaven disconsolate mourn'd |
136-137 |
6 |
On that lone bank where Lubin died |
137 |
4 |
This hot pursuit |
137-138 |
6 |
Adieu, ye streams that gently flowing |
139-140 |
8 |
When Werter fair Charlotte beheld |
140 |
3 |
When up to London first I came |
141 |
3 |
Pounds, shillings, pence and fartings |
141-142 |
3 |
To banish life's troubles, the Grecian old sage |
142-143 |
3 |
'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
143-144 |
3 |
British lion is my sign, The |
144-145 |
3 |
Behold this fair goblet--'twas carv'd from the tree |
145-147 |
8 |
Whilst happy in my native land |
147-148 |
2 |
Thursday in the morn, the nineteenth of May |
148-149 |
4 |
Welcome, welcome, brother debtor |
149-150 |
4 |
Push about the bowl, boys |
150-152 |
5 |
Let a set of sober asses |
152-153 |
7 |
Ye chieftains of Columbia, your forces marshal out |
153-156 |
9 |
When our great sires this land explor'd |
156-158 |
8 |
When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth |
158-159 |
6 |
As in a grot reclin'd |
159-161 |
11 |
Hail Independence, hail! |
162-164 |
7 |
Columbia's Bald Eagle displays in his claws |
164-165 |
3 |
To Columbia, who, gladly reclin'd at her ease |
165-167 |
6 |
While discord's bloody flag unfurl'd |
167-169 |
9 |
Poets may sing of their Helicon streams |
169-170 |
6 |
Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays |
170-172 |
7 |
Returning home, across the plain |
173 |
3 |
I've found, my fair, a true love knot |
173-174 |
3 |
Few years ago in the days of my grannam, A |
174-175 |
3 |
Guardian of our nation, stand firm in your station |
176 |
6 |
Sweet Laura see the fatal hour |
177 |
3 |
Song, a song, is the cry of mankind, A |
177-178 |
6 |
Diogenes, surly and proud |
178-180 |
7 |
As musing I rang'd in the meads all alone |
180-181 |
5 |
My name's Tippy Bob |
181-182 |
4 |
Fair Kate of Portsmouth lov'd a tar |
183 |
5 |
You ask why I thus droop my head |
184 |
3 |
Well met, jolly fellows, well met |
184-185 |
2 |
When beating rains and pinching winds |
185-186 |
6 |
Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
187-188 |
4 |
Dear Tom this brown jugs which foams with mild ale |
188-189 |
3 |
How brim full of nothing's the life of a beau |
189-190 |
5 |
Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly |
190-192 |
4 |
Her mouth with a smile |
192 |
2 |
Not the fictions of Greece, nor the dreams of old Rome |
193-194 |
4 |
When my divine Althea's charms |
195 |
3 |
Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn |
195-197 |
8 |
What joys do the Craft on each Mason bestow |
197-198 |
5 |
How happy's the Mason whose bosom still flows |
198-199 |
2 |
Dear brothers of fraternal mind |
199-201 |
8 |
Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu |
202-203 |
5 |
Here social love serenely smiles |
203 |
3 |
Bacchus open all thy treasure |
203-204 |
4 |
Assist my muse, thy influence bring |
204-205 |
5 |
King Solomon, that wise projector |
205-207 |
6 |
Mason's daughter fair and strong, A |
207-208 |
4 |
When orient Wi'dom beam'd serene |
208-209 |
5 |
Columbian's sons, attend awhile |
209-210 |
4 |
There liv'd, as fame reports, in days of yore |
210-217 |
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Ye dull stupid mortals, give o'er your conjectures |
217-218 |
4 |
Free Masons all |
218-219 |
3 |
We have no idle prating |
219-220 |
5 |
Come let us prepare |
221-222 |
7 |
In hist'ry we're told, how the lodges of old |
222-224 |
4 |
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224-225 |
5 |
Come, come, my brethren dear |
225-226 |
4 |
Come, ye Masons, hither bring |
226-227 |
5 |
Let drunkards boast the power of wine |
227-229 |
8 |
Unite, unite, your voices raise |
229-230 |
5 |
Hail Masonry divine |
230 |
3 |