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Short Title Vocal, 1798 
Title Vocal Medley, The 
Pages 96 
Publisher Gray, Robert and John 
Location RPB 
Date 1798 
Place Alexandria 
Data Place RPB V872m 1798 MF 
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Ah! tell me ye swains have ye seen my Pastora  5-6   
'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat 
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day 
Hither, hither Mary, hither, hither come  7-8 
Since [then] I'm doom'd this sad rever[s]e to prove 
Beyond yon hill where Stinchar flows  8-9 
With care I've search'd the village round  10-11 
I have look'd into life and with truth I can say  11 
In the downhill of life, I find I'm diclining [sic]  12 
Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land  13-15  12 
'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town  16 
'Twas post meridian, half past four  16-18 
In storms when clouds obscure the sky  18-19 
Say, have you seen my Arabell?  19 
Sea was calm, the sky serene, The  20 
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling  20-21 
Our country is our ship, d' ye see  21-22 
Come all hands ahoy to the anchor  22-24 
One moon-shiney night, about two in the morning [sic]  24-26 
Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The  26 
Silver moon that shines so bright, The  27 
When Bibo went down to the regions below  27-28 
Assist me, ye lads who have hearts void of guile  28-29 
O listen, listen to the voice of love  29-30 
When the fancy-stirring bowl  30-31 
One sweet May-morn, in woody dale  31-32 
Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here  32-33 
Trees seem to fade as yon spot in viewing, The  33-34 
Come, hail the day, ye sons of mirth  34-35 
Ye sons of Columbia, O hail the great day  36-37 
To the gods who preside o'er the nations below  37-39 
Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The  39 
Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill  40 
Ah! where can fly my soul's true love?  40 
When sailing with a fav'ring tide  41 
John Bull, for pastime took a prance  41-43 
At dead of night. the hour when courts  43-44 
Let care be a stranger to each jolly soul  44-45 
Kind husband will, after a conjugal strife, A  45 
Of all that, strive to live and thrive  46 
Sup of good whiskey will make you glad, A  47-48 
I am lately return'd from the ocean  48-50 
Night o'er the world her curtain hung  50-51 
To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet  51-52 
When first I slipp'd my leading strings to please her little Poll  52-53 
Sweet inmate sensibility  53 
By her own lovely self, that's my choice and delight  53 
O fear not my courage, prov'd over and over  54 
Adieu! adieu! my only life  54-55 
My heart is as honest, and brave as the best  55-56 
In the worlds, in the worlds crooked path, where I've been  56 
With lovely suit and plaintive ditty  56-57 
How happily my life I led  57 
When to my pretty Poll I went  58-59 
At dawn I rose with jocund glee  59 
Though I am now a very little lad  59-60 
Boys, when I play, cry, OH! crimini  60-61 
Then farewell, my trim-built wherry  62 
Dear sir, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale  62-63 
Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear  63 
Soft zephyr, on thy balmy wing  63 
'Twas near a rock, within a bay  64 
Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The  65 
You may talk of a brogue, and of Ireland sweet nation  65-66 
Now driving thro' Highgate I stop'd a good while in 't  66-67 
Arrah Tippo, your highness, give over your fun  68-69 
Boder, O Mr. Dib, what d' ye mean by all that  69-70 
Now spring her sweets discloses  70-71 
O Logie of Buchan! O Logie the laird'  71-72 
Lass of Peaties mill, The  72-73 
'Twas in that season of the year  73-74 
Farewell to Lochaber and farewell my Jean  74 
Our immortal poet's page  75-77 
Curtis was old Hodge's wife  77-78 
When last from the straights we had fairly cast anchor  78-79 
Passing bell was heard to toll, The  79-80 
O fortune, how strangely thy gifts are awarded  81-82 
When first I went to school it was all my delight  82-83 
Night reigns around, in sleep's soft arms  84 
To Anacreon in Heaven where he sat in full glee  84-86 
Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The  86-87 
Plague of those musty old lubbers, A  87-88 
O'er barren hills, and flowry dales  88-89 
Young Teddy is an Irish lad  88-90 
Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The  90 
Oh the hours I have past in the arms of my dear  91 
Sweet music wakes the May day morn  91-92 
Young Sandy's gone to kirk, I ken  92-93 
Indeed, miss, such sweethearts as I am  93 
I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill  94 
World's a strange world, child, it must be confest, The  95 
Miss Jenny, don't think that I care for you  95-96 
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