| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| As Cupid in a garden stray'd |
3 |
4 |
| Over moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare |
3-4 |
4 |
| As I walked out one morning in May |
4-6 |
5 |
| 'Twas summer when softly the breezes were blowing |
6-7 |
3 |
| Adieu a heartfond warm adieu |
7-9 |
5 |
| Vain Britains boast no longer with proud indignity |
9-11 |
12 |
| Ah Delia! see the fatal hour |
12-14 |
7 |
| Heavy hours are almost past, The |
14-15 |
3 |
| Bright God of Day drove eastward her ray, The |
16 |
5 |
| If you would know the reason, this night I came here |
17 |
5 |
| There's girls in our town, some older some younger |
18 |
2 |
| Cheer up you young men all let nothing fright you |
19-21 |
10 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile |
21-22 |
6 |
| Though oft we meet severe distress |
23 |
3 |
| To be merry, and wise, is a maxim of old |
23-24 |
4 |