First Line |
Page |
Verses |
Returning from the fair one eve |
3 |
3 |
'Twas the morning of May, and the yellow hair'd god |
4 |
3 |
Fair Caroline was once my love |
5 |
6 |
In Martindale, a village gay |
6 |
3 |
On a rural village green |
6-7 |
5 |
Drifted snow is no longer seen |
8-9 |
4 |
Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
9-10 |
3 |
Ye gents, give ear to me, I pray |
11-12 |
6 |
One summer's eve, when Luna's beam |
12-13 |
3 |
As though the grove, the other day |
13-14 |
3 |
Hark! hark the lark at Heav'n's gate sings |
14 |
1 |
See beneath yon bow'r of roses |
15 |
4 |
Gentle swan, with graceful pride, The |
15-16 |
4 |
Linnet's nest, with anxious care, A |
16-17 |
3 |
Lord, what care I for mam or dad? |
17-18 |
5 |
Young Willy woo'd me long in vain |
18 |
4 |
Her mouth with a smile |
18-19 |
2 |
'Twas in the flow'ry month of May |
19-20 |
4 |
Morning smil'd serenely gay, The |
20-21 |
4 |
Gad-a-mercy! devil's in me |
21-22 |
5 |
Sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, The |
22-24 |
4 |
What's a valiant hero? |
24-25 |
4 |
When the fancy stirring bowl |
25-26 |
5 |
At the sound of the horn |
26-27 |
5 |
Bold chanticleer claims the dawn |
28 |
2 |
I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter |
28-29 |
4 |
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The |
29-30 |
3 |
When Yanko dear fight far away |
30 |
2 |
Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear |
31 |
2 |
Rise, Cynthia, rise; the ruddy morn |
31 |
1 |
What a charming thing's a battle! |
32 |
2 |
Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak |
32-33 |
2 |
Say, little foolish flutt'ring thing |
33 |
1 |
Mon cher ami, ami tres cher |
33-34 |
3 |
For me my fair a wreath has wove |
34 |
4 |
How sweet the rosy blush of morn |
35 |
3 |
Night and day the anxious lover |
35-36 |
3 |
Sun shone pale on the mountain snow, The |
36 |
3 |
Bring me flow'rs, and bring me wine |
37 |
2 |
Somehow my spindle I mislaid |
37-38 |
3 |
When Fanny I saw, as she tripp'd o'er the green |
38 |
2 |
While Strephon thus you tease me |
38-39 |
4 |
As o'er the mead I pass'd along |
39-40 |
3 |
Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
40-41 |
4 |
Scarlet coat and smart cockade, A |
41-42 |
4 |
Ladies cannot but approve, The |
42 |
3 |
Arouze, and break the bands of sleep |
43 |
2 |
To horse, ye jolly sportsmen |
43-44 |
10 |
Wou'd you know, my good friends, |
45-46 |
3 |
This, this, my lad, is a soldier's life |
46 |
6 |
Come, ladies, and list to my song |
47 |
3 |
With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other |
47-48 |
2 |
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
48 |
3 |
Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
49-52 |
22 |
How stands the glass around? |
52 |
3 |
See the conquering hero comes |
53 |
2 |
Come, now, all ye social pow'rs |
53-54 |
5 |
Busy, curious, thirsty fly |
54 |
2 |
Banish sorrow, grief and folly |
54-55 |
3 |
Here's to the maid of bashful fifteen |
55-56 |
4 |
Jolly mortals fill your glasses |
56 |
3 |
Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswoment also |
56-57 |
3 |
Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The |
57-58 |
4 |
Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
58-59 |
6 |
Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
59-60 |
5 |
Shepherds, I have lost my love |
60-61 |
2 |
Once more I'll tune the vocal shell |
61-62 |
5 |
As bringing home the other day |
62-63 |
3 |
|
63 |
|
Come live with me, and be my love |
63 |
6 |
'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
64-65 |
5 |
When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me |
65-66 |
2 |
O the days when I was young |
66 |
3 |
How imperfect is expression |
67 |
3 |
When Delia on the plains appears |
67-68 |
5 |
As passing by a shady grove |
68-69 |
3 |
Was I a shepherd's maid, to keep |
69 |
1 |
As my cow I was milking just now in the vale |
69-70 |
4 |
Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear |
70 |
2 |
'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
71 |
3 |
Stream that glides in mumurs by, The |
71-72 |
2 |
Jetty locks, that careless break, The |
73 |
2 |
Love's a pure, a sacred fire |
73 |
1 |
As Jockey sat down by Jenny one day |
73-74 |
6 |
Morn was fair, the month was May, The |
74-75 |
4 |
Young Lubin was a shepherd boy |
75-76 |
6 |
Fair Kitty, beautiful and young |
76-77 |
3 |
Away, to the copse, away |
77-78 |
6 |
Hark, away! 'tis the merry-ton'd horn |
78-79 |
4 |
By moon-light on the green |
79-80 |
7 |
Come chase all your pother, about this or that |
80-82 |
10 |
Now the spring her sweets discloses |
82-83 |
3 |
Lass of Patie's mill, The |
83-84 |
4 |
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame |
84-85 |
9 |
Summer it was smiling, all nature round was gay, The |
85-87 |
8 |
It was upon a Lammas night |
87-88 |
4 |
Where new-mown hay, on winding Tay |
88-89 |
3 |
When trees did bud and fields were green |
89-90 |
4 |
Down the burn, and thro' the mead |
90-91 |
3 |
Lowland lads think they are fine, The |
91 |
3 |
My daddie O was very good |
91-92 |
4 |
As Jockey sat beneath a shade |
92-93 |
3 |
It was summer, so softly the breezes were blowing |
94 |
6 |
Blest as the immortal gods is he |
95 |
4 |
Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes |
95-96 |
6 |
'Twas in that season of the year |
96-97 |
4 |
Topsails shiver in the wind, The |
97-98 |
4 |
Assist me, ye lads who have hearts void of guile |
98-99 |
5 |
Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
99 |
3 |