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Page |
Verses |
| I saw what seem'd a harmless child |
1 |
2 |
| There was a miller's daughter |
1-2 |
3 |
| Two youths for my love are contending in vain |
2-3 |
3 |
| And did you not hear of a jolly young waterman |
3 |
3 |
| Then farewel my trim-built wherry [sic] |
4 |
3 |
| Indeed, miss, such sweethearts as I am |
4 |
4 |
| 'Twas in a village, near Castlebury |
4-5 |
6 |
| World's a strange world, child, it must be confest. The |
5 |
2 |
| Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear |
6 |
3 |
| Little birds, as well you know, The |
6-7 |
2 |
| Venus now no more behold me |
7 |
2 |
| That nature's every where the same |
7-8 |
4 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd onto my room, The |
8 |
5 |
| Come all ye gem'men volunteers |
8-9 |
3 |
| Come every man now give his toast |
9-10 |
7 |
| Madam, you know my trade is war |
10 |
3 |
| When Serjeant Belswagger, that masculine brute |
11 |
6 |
| I lock'd up all my treasure |
11-12 |
3 |
| Women are will o' th' wisps 'tis plain |
12 |
3 |
| Kernel from an apple's core, A |
12-13 |
4 |
| While the lads of the village shall merrily ah |
13 |
3 |
| I lost my poor mother |
13-14 |
3 |
| Here's all her geer, her wheel, her work |
14-15 |
2 |
| There was a jolly shepherd lad |
15 |
3 |
| Excuse me, pray ye do, dear neighbour |
16 |
2 |
| Young, and void of art or guile |
16-17 |
6 |
| They tell me you listen to all he says |
17 |
4 |
| 'Tis true that oft, in the same mead |
18 |
4 |
| Plague take all such grumbling elves, A |
18-19 |
4 |
| My Lord, and please you, he and I |
19 |
6 |
| Brother soldiers why cast down? |
19-20 |
6 |
| Sing the loves of John and Jean |
20-21 |
6 |
| When thou shalt see his bosom swelling |
21 |
2 |
| 'Twas not her eyes, though orient mines |
22 |
4 |
| Let your courage boy be true t' ye |
22 |
2 |
| While up the shrouds the sailor goes |
23 |
5 |
| I sail'd in the good ship the Kitty |
23-24 |
5 |
| If 'tis love to wish you near |
24 |
3 |
| Yet though I've no fortune to offer |
24-25 |
5 |
| Come here ye rich, come here ye great |
25-26 |
7 |
| How kind and how good of his dear majesty |
26 |
4 |
| Parents may fairly thank themselves |
26 |
4 |
| This life is like a troubled sea |
27 |
3 |
| My name's Ted Blarney, I'll be bound |
27 |
5 |
| Curtis was old Hodge's wife |
28 |
6 |
| Young Paris was blest just as I am this hour |
28-29 |
3 |
| When jealous out of season |
29 |
2 |
| By love and fortune guided |
29 |
4 |
| Rising sun Lysander found, The |
30 |
3 |
| My tears---alas! I cannot speak! |
30 |
2 |
| Coy Pastora Damon woo'd, The |
31 |
3 |
| Ah men! what silly things you are |
31-32 |
3 |
| Bright gems that twinkle from afar |
32 |
2 |
| Here sleeps in peace, beneath this rustic vase |
32-33 |
2 |
| In all your dealings take good care |
33 |
2 |
| Sun's a free-mason, he works all the day, The |
33-34 |
3 |
| At a jovial meeting of gods once on high |
34 |
3 |
| Here I was, my good masters, my name's Teddy Clinch |
35 |
3 |
| Ladies' faces, now a-days, The |
35 |
4 |
| Did fortune bid me chuse a state |
36 |
2 |
| When Yanko dear fight far away |
36 |
2 |
| I'll mount the cliffs, I'll watch the coast |
37 |
2 |
| Orra no talk, no say fine word |
37 |
3 |
| Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear |
37-38 |
2 |
| Passion is torrent rude |
38 |
2 |
| Bed of moss we'll straight prepare, A |
38 |
3 |
| Come, courage lads, and drink away |
38-39 |
2 |
| Thou'st heard those old proverbs, ne'er lean on a rush |
39 |
2 |
| O think on the time when you were home at night |
39-40 |
3 |
| What naughty things we women are |
40 |
3 |
| By roguery, 'tis true, I opulent grew |
41 |
6 |
| Of dainties I've had of them all |
42 |
3 |
| Is't my story you'd know?---I was Patrick Mulrooney |
42-43 |
4 |
| Were patience kind to me |
43 |
4 |
| When faintly gleams the doubtful sky |
43-44 |
4 |
| Who to my wounds a balm advises |
44 |
2 |
| Jack Ratlin was the ablest seaman |
44-45 |
3 |
| What if my pleasures fools condemn |
45 |
2 |
| When fairies are lighted by night's silver queen |
45-46 |
2 |
| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun |
46-47 |
4 |
| Do salmonds love a lucid stream? |
47 |
2 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
47-48 |
4 |
| What argufies pride and ambition? |
48-49 |
6 |
| Sailor's love is void of art, A |
49 |
3 |
| Sweet ditties would my Patty sing |
50 |
3 |
| As Dermot toil'd one summer's day |
50-51 |
3 |
| This, this my lad's a soldier's life |
51-52 |
3 |
| Is it little Tom Thumb that you mean, and his battles |
52 |
3 |
| That all the wor'd is up in arms |
52-53 |
3 |
| I thought we were fiddle and bow |
53 |
2 |
| I sing of a war set on foot for a toy |
54 |
6 |
| I sing Ulysses and those chiefs |
54-55 |
8 |
| We, on the present hour relying |
56 |
2 |
| I've made to marches Mars descend |
56-57 |
3 |
| When last from the straights we had fairly cast anchor |
57 |
3 |
| Thou man of firmness turn this way |
57 |
2 |
| In Paris, as in London |
58 |
3 |
| Behold the fairies' jocund band |
58-59 |
8 |
| Chairs to mend, old chairs to mend |
59-60 |
2 |
| Tinker I am, My name's Natty Sam, A |
60-61 |
4 |
| Art one of those mad wags, whose brain |
61 |
3 |
| When in order drawn up, and adorn'd in his best |
62 |
2 |
| Novice in love, and a stranger to art, A |
62 |
2 |
| Say Fanny, wilt thou go with me? |
63-64 |
5 |
| Nosegays I cry, and, though little you pay |
64 |
3 |
| Younker, who his first essay, The |
64-65 |
2 |
| 'Tis said we venturous die-hards, when we leave the shore |
65-66 |
4 |
| Grey-ey'd Aurora, in taffron array, The |
66-67 |
4 |
| From prudence let my joys take birth |
67 |
4 |
| Spangled green confess'd the morn, The |
68 |
6 |
| Of all sensations pity brings |
68-69 |
6 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs d' ye see |
69-70 |
4 |
| What though from Venus Cupid sprung |
70-71 |
4 |
| Smiling grog is the sailor's best hope |
71-72 |
3 |
| Yanko he tell, and he no lie |
72-73 |
2 |
| I am a jolly fisherman |
73-74 |
4 |
| Arm'd with jav'lin, arm'd with dart |
74-75 |
4 |
| Be it known to all whosoe'er it regards |
75 |
4 |
| Look fairly all the world around |
75-76 |
5 |
| At first like an infant appearing |
76-77 |
2 |
| Say, fluttering heart |
77 |
4 |
| That girl who fain would chuse a mate |
77-78 |
6 |
| 'Twas in the good ship Rover |
78-79 |
9 |
| Morning breaks, The |
79-80 |
7 |
| Come around me and weep, to your hearts take despair |
80 |
2 |
| 'Tis true the marks of many years |
80-81 |
6 |
| Come painter, with thy happiest sight |
81 |
6 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
82-83 |
3 |
| Here lies a philosopher, knowing and brave |
83 |
1 |
| Away and join the rendezvous |
83-84 |
4 |
| To Bachelor's-Hall we good fellows invite |
84-85 |
7 |
| Let bards elate, of Sue and Kate |
85-86 |
6 |
| 'Twas Saturday night the twinkling stars |
86-87 |
4 |
| Than marriage and music can ought be more like? |
87 |
4 |
| Alas where shall I comfort find? |
87-88 |
3 |
| How much I love thee girl would'st know |
88-89 |
4 |
| Wind was hush'd, the fleecy wave, The |
89-90 |
5 |
| Why I be squire Ned of Gobble-hall |
90-91 |
3 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna |
91-92 |
3 |
| Abergavney is fine, Aberistwith also |
92 |
2 |
| Resplendent gleam'd the ample moon |
92-93 |
3 |
| Crown me Bacchus, mighty god |
93-94 |
3 |
| Of the ancients is't speaking my soul you'd be after |
94-95 |
5 |
| I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy |
95-96 |
5 |
| Sure 'ent the world a masquerade [sic] |
96-97 |
3 |
| Dear Yanko say, and true he say |
97 |
2 |
| I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter |
97-98 |
4 |
| Sweet is the dew-drop on the thorn |
98-99 |
3 |
| First chuse a pretty melody |
99-100 |
3 |
| I am the world's epitome |
100-101 |
5 |
| What a plague cried young Colin would Chloe be at |
101-102 |
5 |
| What thos I be a country clown [sic] |
102-103 |
4 |
| To look upon dres, upon shew, upon birth [sic] |
103-104 |
4 |
| I was, d' ye see, a waterman |
104-105 |
4 |
| Cotchelin sat all alone |
106 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
106-107 |
3 |
| Storm had ceas'd. the vessel, striving, The |
107-108 |
3 |
| I vow I thought you, at first sight |
108 |
2 |
| Once on a time to mighty Jove |
108-109 |
3 |
| When last in the Dreadful your honour set sail |
109 |
2 |
| Far from strife and loves alarms |
109-110 |
3 |
| I went to sea with heavy heart |
110 |
3 |
| Boatswain calls, the wind is fair, The |
110-111 |
3 |
| And did you hear what sad disaster |
112 |
4 |
| Sailor, and an honest heart, A |
112-113 |
3 |
| Wounds, here's such a coil! I am none of your poor |
113-114 |
2 |
| Away, pale fear and ghastly terror! |
114 |
2 |
| Truly friend Gil thou choosest well |
114 |
2 |
| Ah let not an instant of life pass in vain |
114-115 |
2 |
| This life's a days journey, we rise in the morn |
115 |
2 |
| Forgive me if thus I presuming |
115-116 |
2 |
| Our Jupiter has near his throne |
116 |
3 |
| Celia's an angel, by her face |
116-117 |
3 |
| Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The |
117-118 |
6 |
| I pray you when your sweetheart pouts |
118-119 |
2 |
| If, my hearty, you'd not like a lubber appear |
119 |
3 |
| In which of all thy various joys |
119-120 |
3 |
| Like a very gallant will I compliment all |
120 |
2 |
| If tars of their money are lavish |
120-121 |
3 |
| Would ye know where freedom dwells |
121 |
3 |
| Infant defence'ess, of succour bereft, An |
121-122 |
2 |
| Devoted to Celia, and blest in her arms |
122-123 |
4 |
| To a slight common wound it is some dimunition |
123 |
2 |
| Curs'd be the sordid wretch of yore |
123-124 |
2 |
| Propitious gods that rule our fate |
124 |
3 |
| Such love as holy hermits bear |
124-125 |
2 |
| Give round the word dismount, dismount |
125 |
4 |
| Would you hear a sad story of woe |
126 |
4 |
| To ask would you come for to go |
126-128 |
4 |
| We bipeds, made up of frail clay |
128-129 |
4 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life |
129-130 |
3 |
| I be one of they sailors who thinks 'tis no lie |
130-131 |
4 |
| Sun's descending in the wave, The |
131 |
3 |
| I was the pride of all the Thames |
131-133 |
4 |
| Bold Jack the sailor here I come |
133-134 |
5 |
| Hark the din of distant war |
134 |
3 |
| Wind was hush'd, the storm was over, The |
134-135 |
4 |
| Lovely woman, pride of nature |
135-136 |
3 |
| Two real tars, whom duty call'd |
136-137 |
4 |
| I'm dashing Dick the dustman |
137-138 |
4 |
| If bold and brave thou can'st not bear |
138-139 |
3 |
| Why don't you know me by my scars? |
139 |
4 |
| Avert yon omen, gracious heaven |
139-140 |
4 |
| One negro, wi my banjer |
140-141 |
2 |
| Bards call themselves a heav'nly race |
141-142 |
4 |
| While whim, and glee, and jest and song |
142-143 |
4 |
| Tar's a jolly tar that can hand, reef, and steer, The |
143-144 |
3 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoak |
144-145 |
4 |
| Time was, for oh there was a time |
145-146 |
4 |
| So sweet I'll dress my Zootka fair |
146 |
3 |
| In peace, when sprightly drum and fife |
146-148 |
10 |
| Jack dances and sings, and is always content |
148-149 |
4 |
| Blest friendship hail! thy gifts possessing |
149-150 |
3 |
| What song shall I sing? |
150-151 |
4 |
| But, perhaps, while thus boldly exposing each elf |
151 |
3 |
| Tight lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly |
151-152 |
4 |
| Beauty I sell, who'll buy? Who'll buy? |
152-153 |
4 |
| To the plain, to the plain, hark! hark we are summon'd away |
153-154 |
4 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
154-155 |
4 |
| Peasant in his humble cot, The |
155-156 |
2 |
| Sweet sung the lark, high pois'd in air |
156 |
2 |
| Dear John prithee tell me, cried Ruth |
157-158 |
8 |
| Let sons of sloth dream time away |
158-159 |
6 |
| Poor Peggy lov'd a soldier lad |
159-160 |
3 |
| Mankind a'l get drunk, ay and womankind too |
160-161 |
5 |
| Dapper Ted Tattoo is my natty name |
161-162 |
4 |
| Ladies and gentlemen I'm a beau |
162-163 |
4 |
| Alas! the battle lost and won |
164 |
3 |
| Adieu my gallant sailor, obey thy duty's call |
164-165 |
5 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant so jolly |
165-166 |
4 |
| Arrah if 'tis no lie in this world we are living |
166-167 |
4 |
| Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy |
167-168 |
3 |
| Life's a jest, says the poet, arrah sure 'tis a pun |
168-169 |
5 |
| Who calls? Who calls? |
169-170 |
4 |
| Mighty sultan once for fun, A |
170-171 |
3 |
| In the motley feather'd race |
171-172 |
4 |
| When I comes to town with a load of hay |
172-173 |
3 |
| I sing of that life of delight beyond measure |
174 |
3 |
| This here's what I does--I, d' ye see, forms a notion |
174-175 |
4 |
| Lawyers pay you with words, and fine ladies with vapours |
175-176 |
3 |
| Oh money, thou master of all things below |
176 |
4 |
| Alas! where is my lover gone? |
176-177 |
3 |
| To be mad for a husband is not a thing new |
177 |
3 |
| He ran to the farm yard, and there bit a hog |
177-178 |
4 |
| Young Doll a comely village girl [sic] |
178-179 |
3 |
| Why is the devil in you |
179 |
3 |
| On Crochetini loves attend |
180 |
2 |
| Willing soul well pleas'd delights, The |
180 |
2 |
| For wedlock's a voyage, where, should boisterous billows |
180-181 |
4 |
| For I am the girl that was made for my Joe |
181 |
3 |
| I am a chairman my name is McGee |
181-182 |
2 |
| Word in your ear if you please Mr. Fop, A |
182 |
2 |
| To ev'ry fav'rite village sport |
182-183 |
2 |
| I've health, and I have spirits too |
183 |
4 |
| Falcon, tow'ring high in air, The |
183 |
2 |
| Come, all you maids who fain would--marry |
184 |
2 |
| This life is like a country dance |
184-185 |
5 |
| Pray ladies think not I presume |
185-186 |
4 |
| Would ye see the world in little |
187-188 |
4 |
| Young Mog, arrived at woman's growth |
188-189 |
3 |
| What art thou, facinating war [sic] |
189-190 |
3 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The |
190-192 |
5 |
| Rail on at joys that are not thine |
192-193 |
5 |
| Come all hands ahoy to the anchor |
193-194 |
6 |
| Surge hoarsely murm'ring, young Fanny's grief mocking, The |
194-195 |
3 |
| As Wit and Beauty, for an hour |
195-196 |
5 |
| Oh the camp's delightful rigs |
196-198 |
3 |
| While woman, like soft music's charms |
198-199 |
3 |
| While Fancy, as she rules the mind |
199-200 |
3 |
| Why am not I that fragrant flow'r |
200 |
2 |
| Love's a cheat; we over-rate it |
200-201 |
2 |
| Praise is a mirror, that flatters the mind |
201 |
2 |
| Go, proud lover, go! |
201 |
2 |
| Yes, yes, thank heaven, I've broke my chain |
202 |
3 |
| When we promise an heir or a miser |
202 |
3 |
| Contentment lost, each other treasure |
203 |
2 |
| Come here, ye fair; come here each lover |
203 |
3 |
| In vain, dear friends, each art you try |
203-204 |
2 |
| Cupid, cried Vulcan, 'tis no jest |
204 |
4 |
| Too yielding a carriage, has oft before marriage |
205 |
2 |
| Be others the ungracious task |
205 |
2 |
| Such usage as this is, what wife but myself |
205-206 |
2 |
| Ah have you forgot then, unkind as you are |
206 |
2 |
| She who linked by her fate |
206-207 |
3 |
| Saying 'twas, when I was young, A |
207 |
3 |
| Alas! when once the book of life |
208 |
2 |
| There's something in women their lovers engage |
208 |
2 |
| Bacchus come, thou vot'ry own me |
209 |
1 |
| Would'st error leave, to follow truth |
209 |
2 |
| Gay Bacchus, and Mercury, and I |
209-210 |
4 |
| Sweetly, sweetly, let's enjoy |
210 |
1 |
| With mingled sound of drum and fife |
211 |
1 |
| Tell me, neighbour, tell me plain |
211 |
1 |
| While in every nation, A |
211-212 |
4 |
| When well one knows to love and please |
212 |
3 |
| In the month of May |
212-213 |
3 |
| This strange emotion at my heart |
213 |
3 |
| I made a promise to be wise |
213-214 |
5 |
| Oft has the world been well defin'd |
214-215 |
5 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The |
215-216 |
4 |
| If ever a sailor was fond of good sport |
216-217 |
5 |
| Martial pomp, the mournful train, The |
217-218 |
2 |
| Since Zeph'rus first tasted the charms of coy Flora |
218-219 |
4 |
| World's a good thing, ah how sweet and delicious, The |
219-220 |
4 |
| Be quiet that blackbird and thrush |
220-221 |
2 |
| Come away then at my call |
221-222 |
5 |
| Lord what be all the rich and great |
222-223 |
4 |
| Auctioneer mounts, and--first hawing and hemming, The |
223-225 |
5 |
| When to man the distinguishing form |
225-226 |
2 |
| Village was jovial, the month was May, The |
226227 |
3 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word |
227-228 |
4 |
| Says my father, says he, one day to I |
228-230 |
5 |
| As dulcet sound on aether floats |
230-231 |
2 |
| Watchman I am, and I knows all the round, A |
231-232 |
3 |
| Tom Turnwell is my name, my boys |
233 |
4 |
| All endeavors fruitless prove |
233-234 |
2 |
| Trifling maid, who, idly vain, The |
234 |
2 |
| My bosom is proof against transports and vows |
234 |
2 |
| Ye flowers that bloom in yonder mead |
235 |
2 |
| Turn, O turn, relentless fair |
235 |
4 |
| In ev'ry fertile valley |
236 |
2 |
| Haughty Caelia, still disdaining |
236 |
2 |
| Since artful man so oft betrays |
237 |
|
| God of love will ever, The |
237 |
3 |
| Shepherd long sigh'd for a beautiful fair, A |
237-238 |
3 |
| Phoenix, we're told, has the Sun for his foe, The |
238-239 |
2 |
| I'm up to all your tricks, my dear |
239 |
4 |
| Think not here to drive your gig |
239-240 |
2 |
| With that begirt, each dowdy girl [sic] |
240 |
1 |
| Who calls on her whose powerful art |
240 |
|
| Fine sport, indeed, for god and godlin |
240-241 |
2 |
| Hear the merry minstrel sound |
241 |
3 |
| How happy she, who ne'er can know |
242 |
2 |
| Sportsmen who are staunch and true |
242-243 |
4 |
| Meek I'll be as Venu's dove [sic] |
243 |
1 |
| Come buy my straw, and I'll give you a song |
243-244 |
4 |
| Beseech you, wou'd ye, gentle folks |
244-245 |
3 |
| Inspired by so grateful a duty |
245 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail |
245-246 |
4 |
| Don't you see that as how I'm a sportsman in style |
246-247 |
4 |
| See, see to join the revel rout |
247-248 |
3 |
| Say soldier which of glory's charms |
249 |
2 |
| Anacreon tells us that mortals mere clods |
249-250 |
5 |
| Where a learned physician who writes for all ills |
251 |
4 |
| Squirrel that jingles his bells in his cage, The |
252 |
4 |
| 'Twas one day at Wapping his dangers o'erhauling |
253-254 |
4 |
| In one thou'd'st find variety |
254-255 |
5 |
| If you'll only just promise you'll none of you laugh |
255-256 |
5 |
| When first I went to school it was all my delight |
256-257 |
5 |
| Tell me not of men's follies, their whims and caprices |
257-258 |
4 |
| Tom Truelove woo'd the sweetest fair |
258-259 |
3 |
| I've thought and I've said it sin I were a boy [sic] |
259-260 |
3 |
| Now you shall see what you shall see |
260-262 |
4 |
| I never shall survive it, cried Lumkin in despair |
262-263 |
5 |
| On Olympus blue summit as loud vacant mirth |
263-264 |
5 |
| 'Twas a hundred years ago |
264-265 |
5 |
| While music lends its heavenly art |
266-267 |
6 |
| If lubberly landsmen to gratitude strangers |
267-269 |
6 |
| Is't my country you'd know? I'm an Irishman born |
269-270 |
6 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four |
270-271 |
6 |
| Life's as like as can be to an Irish wake |
272-273 |
5 |
| Gloomy night stalk'd slow away, The |
273-274 |
3 |
| World still judges by the mien, The |
274-275 |
5 |
| I'm a cook for the public, can suite every palate |
275-276 |
3 |
| You have heard of the man who such virtues possessed |
276-277 |
4 |
| No more of waves and winds the sport |
277-278 |
4 |
| I am one of those pretty, tonish smarts, my good old man |
279-280 |
4 |
| I've heard, cried out one, that you tars tack and tack |
280-281 |
3 |
| Look all over the world, round and square, and through-out |
281-282 |
5 |
| Poet says that love's like fire, The |
282-283 |
5 |
| Life's a general chase, and the world is the field |
283-284 |
4 |
| Bard in yonder corner see, A |
284-286 |
5 |
| Though hard the valiant soldier's life |
286-287 |
4 |
| Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes! |
287-288 |
3 |
| As a plain case in point's the best mode of explaining |
289-290 |
4 |
| When freedom knew not where to rove |
290-291 |
4 |
| When I told you your cheeks were the blush of the rose |
291-292 |
3 |
| Come here, come here, my pretty dear |
292-293 |
4 |
| Standing one summer's day on the Tower Slip |
293-295 |
4 |
| There were Farmer Thrasher, and he had a cow |
295-297 |
11 |
| My grandfather's grandfather, valiant and stout |
297-298 |
6 |
| Give ear to me, both high and low |
298-299 |
6 |
| Poor negroe say one ting you no take offence |
299-300 |
4 |
| Come around me ye lasses, and lend me an ear |
300-301 |
5 |
| Come all who love, through pleasure's grove |
301-302 |
4 |
| Poll dang't how d' ye do |
302-303 |
4 |
| Sup of good whiskey will make you glad, A |
303-304 |
7 |
| Behold two mighty chiefs come on! |
304-306 |
4 |
| Dick Dock, a tar at Greenwich moor'd |
307-308 |
4 |
| Have you heard of the tax, such strange consternation |
308-309 |
5 |
| Dear Maudlin come give me bright guineas |
309-310 |
3 |
| Though pleasure's easily defin'd |
310-311 |
4 |
| Yarmouth roads are right ahead, The |
311-312 |
3 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land |
313-314 |
4 |
| Poets may sing of their Mellicon streams [sic] |
314-315 |
6 |
| Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought |
315-317 |
9 |
| Our country is our ship, d' y' see |
317-318 |
2 |
| Come all grenadiers whom your country invites |
318-319 |
6 |
| Lo! I quit my native skies |
319-320 |
4 |
| Columbians all, the present hour |
320-321 |
5 |
| Whilst Europe is wrapt in the horrors of war |
321-322 |
7 |
| Come genius of our happy land |
322-323 |
6 |
| There's Ichabod has come to town |
323-325 |
10 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, determin'd to keep |
326-329 |
11 |