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Short Title Baltimore, 1799 
Title Baltimore Songster, The 
Pages 48 
Publisher Warner & Hanna 
Location AoA 
Date 1799 
Place Baltimore 
Data Place AoA: SM50030 
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Dear Tom this brown jug which foams with mild ale 
Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling 
Trust not man for he'll deceive you  4-5 
Trust not woman, she'll beguile you 
Such a Tom-boy before I had enter'd my teens  5-7 
Roving about, good fellows to meet  7-8 
Distress me with those tears no more 
On that lone bank where Lubin died 
Tho' prudence may press me  9-10 
Sails unfurl'd, the ship unmoor'd, The  10 
Tho' I am now a very little lad  11 
O you whose lives on land are pass'd  12 
Alas! they've torn my love away  12-13 
Eve her silver vestment wore, The  13-14 
Sons of Bacchus lets be gay  14 
Passing bell was heard to toll, The  15-16 
Man takes woman as his bane  16-17 
At sixteen years old you could get little good of me  17-18 
Tho' women, 'tis true, are but tender  18 
I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter  19 
You may say what you will, but Belinda's too tall  20-21 
From sweet bewitching tricks of love  21-22 
When first I sought fair Celia's love  22 
Topsails shiver in the wind, The  22-23 
Why don't you know me by my scars  23-24 
Dear madam, when ladies are willing  24 
I'm in love with twenty  24-25 
Buy my matches, ye maids, I have matches for all  25-26 
Sir Solomon Simons when he did wed  26-28 
Dapper-rid-tat-too is my natty name  28-30 
Young Mog arriv'd at woman's growth  30-31 
When I was at home I was merry and frisky  31-32 
For our country when with fav'ring gale  32-33 
Little does the towns-wife know  33 
In golden days, on rural plains  34 
Tho' neither in silks nor in sattins I'm seen [sic]  34-35 
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass  35-36 
Come, pretty Poll, from tears refrain  36-37 
Can you to the battle march away  37-38 
Bold Jack, the sailor, here he comes  38-39 
Now Henry has left me to plough the salt sea  40 
When spring returning decks the grove  41 
For Balt'more, when, with fav'ring gale  42 
Sweet rosy morning, The  42-43 
How poor is the man, tho' he wealth would possess  43 
Come, my Sylvia! come and bless!  44 
I've found my fair, a true love knot  44-45 
You, whose lives on land are pass'd  45 
Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd  46 
Western sky was purpl'd o'er. The  47 
Go tuneful bird, that glads the skies  47-48 
My friends all declare that my time is mispent  48 
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