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Page |
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| Come hail the day, ye sons of mirth |
3-5 |
8 |
| Hail Columbia, happy land |
5-7 |
4 |
| When Britain with dispotic sway [sic] |
7-9 |
6 |
| To Columbia, who, gladly reclin'd at her ease |
9-11 |
6 |
| How blest is the life a sailor leads |
12-13 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, unite in the cause |
13-15 |
5 |
| God save the United States |
15-17 |
5 |
| From th' soil our fathers dearly bought |
17-18 |
5 |
| Columbia's Bald Eagle displays in his claws |
18-19 |
3 |
| When Freedom, fair Freedom her banner display'd |
20-22 |
6 |
| When our great sires this land explor'd |
22-24 |
8 |
| Columbia's greatest glory |
25-26 |
3 |
| While o'er Europe's fairest regions |
26-29 |
9 |
| Sainted shades, who dar'd to brave |
29-31 |
5 |
| Oh why should weak deluded man |
31-33 |
4 |
| Fly ye traitors from our land |
33-35 |
4 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O |
37-40 |
6 |
| Brave countrymen both great and small |
40-42 |
4 |
| Hibernia's sons, the patriot band |
42-43 |
3 |
| Assembled in our country's cause |
43-45 |
8 |
| In what history can you find |
45-46 |
4 |
| Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures |
46-48 |
5 |
| Go on, brave Prince, increase your debts |
48-50 |
5 |
| Grand juries those time serving knaves |
50-52 |
8 |
| Ye vile swinish herd, in the sty of taxation |
53-55 |
7 |
| Good people I pray you attend to me |
55-56 |
3 |
| Gallant nation foes no more |
56-58 |
7 |
| Arrah! Paddy, dear boy, my heart and my joy |
58-60 |
4 |
| Now Hibernians bold and brave |
60-61 |
4 |
| Hibernia's sons, with hearts elate |
61-62 |
4 |
| Hail! undaunted Hibernians true offspring of light |
63-65 |
4 |
| My name is Freedom, new come o'er |
65-67 |
4 |
| In concert join each soul that loves |
67-69 |
6 |
| Sure, Master John Bull, I shan't know till I'm dead |
69-72 |
7 |
| Our fathers left a race of kings |
72 |
3 |
| Sing the loves of John and Jean |
73-75 |
6 |
| There was a miller's daughter |
75-76 |
3 |
| Indeed, miss, such sweethearts as I am |
76-77 |
5 |
| World's a strange world, child, it must be confest, The |
77-78 |
2 |
| Come all ye gem'men volunteers |
78-79 |
5 |
| Come, every man now give his toast |
79-80 |
7 |
| Madam, you know my trade is war |
80-81 |
3 |
| I lock'd up all my treasure |
81-82 |
3 |
| When Serjeant Belswagger, that masculine brute |
82-83 |
6 |
| Women are will o' th' wisps 'tis plain |
84 |
2 |
| Kernel from an apple's core, A |
85 |
2 |
| While up the shrouds the sailor goes |
85-86 |
5 |
| How kind and how good of his dear majesty |
86-87 |
4 |
| My name's Ted Blarney, I'll be bound |
87-88 |
5 |
| By roguery, 'tis true |
88-90 |
6 |
| Is't my story you'd know? I was Patrick Mulrooney |
90-91 |
5 |
| When faintly gleams the doubtful day |
91-92 |
4 |
| Ladie's faces, now-a-days, The |
92-93 |
4 |
| What naughty things we women are |
93-94 |
3 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
94-96 |
4 |
| What argufies pride and ambition |
96-97 |
5 |
| Tinker I am, A |
97-98 |
4 |
| Say Fanny, wilt thou go with me? |
99-100 |
5 |
| Younker, who his first essay, The |
100-101 |
2 |
| Cotchlen sat all alone |
101-102 |
3 |
| Wounds, here's such a coil! I am none of your poor |
103 |
2 |
| Away, pale fear and ghastly terror! |
103-104 |
2 |
| This life's a days journey, we rise in the morn |
104 |
2 |
| If, my hearty, you'd not like a lubber appear |
105 |
3 |
| Curs'd be the sordid wretch of yore |
106 |
2 |
| I be one of they sailors who thinks 'tis no lie |
106-108 |
4 |
| Freshly now the breeze is blowing |
108 |
1 |
| Wind was hush'd the storm was over, The |
109-110 |
4 |
| Lovely woman, pride of nature |
110-111 |
3 |
| Why don't you know me by my scars? |
111-112 |
4 |
| One negro, wi my banjer |
112-113 |
4 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smaok |
113-114 |
4 |
| Time was, for oh there was a time |
114-115 |
4 |
| Jack dances and sings, and is always content |
116-117 |
7 |
| Blest Friendship hail! thy gifts possessing |
117-118 |
9 |
| Beauty I sell, who'll buy? who'll buy? |
119-120 |
4 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
120-122 |
4 |
| Dear John prithee tell me, cried Ruth |
123-124 |
8 |
| Ladies and gentlemen I'm a beau |
124-126 |
4 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant so jolly |
127-128 |
4 |
| Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy |
129-130 |
3 |
| In the motley feather'd race |
130-132 |
4 |
| When I comes to town with a load of hay |
132-134 |
3 |
| For I am the girl that was made for my Joe |
135 |
3 |
| I am a chairman my name is McGee |
136 |
2 |
| Pray ladies think not I presume |
136-138 |
4 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The |
138-140 |
5 |
| Come all hands ahoy to the anchor |
140-142 |
6 |
| As Wit and Beauty, for an hour |
142-144 |
5 |
| Oh! the camp's delightful rigs |
144-147 |
3 |
| While Fancy, as she rules the mind |
147-148 |
3 |
| Love's a cheat; we over-rate it |
148-149 |
2 |
| Go, proud lover, go! |
149 |
2 |
| Cupid, cried Vulcan, 'tis no jest |
149-150 |
4 |
| Gay Bacchus, and Mercury, and I |
151-152 |
4 |
| Sweetly, sweetly, let's enjoy |
152 |
1 |
| Tell me, neighbour, tell me plain |
152-153 |
3 |
| While in every nation, A |
153 |
1 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The |
153-155 |
4 |
| If ever a sailor was fond of good sport |
155-156 |
5 |
| Auctioneer mounts, and---first hawing and hemming, The |
156-160 |
4 |
| Village was jovial, the month was May, The |
160-162 |
3 |
| Watchman I am, and I knows all the round, A |
162-164 |
3 |
| Tom Turnwell is my name, my boys |
165-166 |
4 |
| Turn, O turn, relentless fair |
166 |
4 |
| How happy she, who ne'er can know |
167 |
1 |
| Inspired by so greatful a duty |
167-168 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail |
168-169 |
4 |
| Say soldier which of glory's charms |
169-170 |
2 |
| In one thou'd'st find variety |
170-172 |
5 |
| I never shall survive it, cried Lumkin in despair |
172-174 |
5 |
| 'Twas a hundred years ago |
174-176 |
6 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four |
176-178 |
6 |
| Life's as like as can be to an Irish wake |
178-180 |
4 |
| Beautious sterling late I saw, A [sic] |
181-182 |
8 |
| Trust not man for he'll deceive you |
182-183 |
3 |
| Trust not woman, she'll beguile you |
183 |
3 |
| Of Columbia's boast the praise be mine |
184-185 |
5 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing |
186-187 |
7 |
| As musing I rang'd in the meads all alone |
188 |
5 |
| When up to London first I came |
189 |
3 |
| Alas! they've torn my love away |
189-190 |
3 |
| I've found my fair, a true love knot |
190-191 |
3 |
| Bottle is a very good thing, A |
191-192 |
2 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent |
192-193 |
4 |
| Delightful source of heart-felt joy |
193-194 |
2 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, assert your birth-right |
194-195 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land |
195-200 |
12 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia give ear to my story |
200-202 |
3 |
| Turban'd Turk, who scorns the world, The |
202-203 |
3 |
| Yes, Beda---thus, Beda, when I melancholy grow |
203-204 |
5 |
| His sparkling eyes were dark as jet |
204-205 |
2 |
| While, pensive, I thought on my love |
205-206 |
2 |
| Fond husband, will, after a conjugal strife |
206-207 |
4 |
| Stand close!--our comrade is not come |
207-208 |
2 |
| Hear me, O fortune, hear me! |
208 |
2 |
| Moving to the melody of music's note |
208-209 |
3 |
| Major Domo am I |
209-210 |
4 |
| Monsters of Hell, and noxious night |
211 |
2 |
| Well met, jolly fellows, well met |
211-212 |
2 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd |
212-213 |
3 |
| Faint and wearily the way worn traveller |
213-214 |
2 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
214-215 |
3 |
| Say, have you in the village seen |
215 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The |
216 |
3 |
| He that will not merry,merry be |
217 |
5 |
| What pleasure can compare |
218-219 |
5 |
| A courting I went to my love |
219-220 |
6 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The |
220-221 |
4 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
222 |
4 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here |
223-224 |
5 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world around |
224-225 |
3 |
| When I had scarcely told sixteen |
225-226 |
3 |
| When gen'rous wine expands the soul |
226-227 |
4 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove |
227-228 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town |
228-229 |
3 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light |
229-230 |
4 |
| Johnny tripp'd up stairs at night |
231 |
3 |
| When I was a younker, I first was apprentic'd |
232 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee |
233-235 |
6 |
| Thro' city, town & village--I every where have rov'd |
235-237 |
6 |
| Oh the moment was sad, when my love and I parted |
238-239 |
|
| Adieu! ye verdant lawns and bow'rs |
239 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
240 |
3 |
| Look, dear ma'am, I'm quite the thing |
241-242 |
4 |
| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
242-243 |
3 |
| My Jockey is the blithest lad |
243-244 |
3 |
| Lord, what care I for mam or dad? |
244 |
5 |
| Mourn! mourn Columbia, mourn your Chief |
245 |
4 |