| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| How tedious, alas! are the housr [sic] |
12 |
3 |
| O how I love to play and toy |
125 |
3 |
| As forth I rang'd the banks of Tweed |
126 |
3 |
| 'Twas in the blooming month of May |
127 |
3 |
| I'm turn'd of twenty, and a maid |
128 |
3 |
| Young Jemmy is a pleasing youth |
129 |
3 |
| You ask me the life of a tar |
130 |
3 |
| Thy influence Love, I needs must own |
131 |
3 |
| Let topers drain the flowing bowl |
131-132 |
8 |
| That women are weather cocks grey beards advance |
133-134 |
3 |
| You ask me what sort of maid I approve? |
134 |
3 |
| What is man unpossess'd of the permanent joy |
134-135 |
5 |
| Young Willy lov'd me in his heart |
136 |
3 |