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Up anchors, clear decks boys and each to his station |
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Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
6-7 |
3 |
Oh! think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd |
7-8 |
3 |
Awake my muse with sprightliest lay |
8-9 |
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There are grinders enough, sirs, of every degree |
9-10 |
5 |
Good morning my friends, and what is the news |
10-12 |
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Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller |
12 |
2 |
From th' soil our fathers dearly bo't |
13 |
5 |
Come all grenadiers let us join hand in hand |
14 |
3 |
On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay |
14-15 |
3 |
Shepherds I have lost my love |
15-16 |
4 |
Woman is like to--but stay--, A |
16-17 |
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Man, he is like to--but stay--, A |
17-18 |
7 |
Fair liberty! whom heaven gave |
18-19 |
2 |
Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, The |
19 |
5 |
Hark, hark, from the woodlands the loud swelling horn |
19-20 |
3 |
Awake from delusion ye sons of the brave |
20-21 |
6 |
How bright are the joys of the table |
21-22 |
4 |
Dear Kathleen, you, no doubt |
22-23 |
3 |
Simplicity! thou fav'rite child |
23-24 |
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Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
24 |
3 |
Distress me with those tears no more |
24-25 |
3 |
Tho' prudence may press me |
25 |
2 |
How happy the woman, whose charms |
25-26 |
3 |
Lord, what care I for mam and dad? |
26 |
5 |
Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed |
26-28 |
7 |
My mother says, I'm now sixteen |
28-29 |
6 |
Flaxen headed cow-boy as simple as may be, A |
29 |
2 |
Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour, farewell my soul's delight |
30-31 |
7 |
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer |
31-33 |
9 |
Banish sorrow grief and folly |
33-34 |
3 |
I Delia's beauties would disclose |
34-35 |
9 |
Lark was up, the morn was grey, The |
35-37 |
16 |
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
38-39 |
6 |
In storms, when clouds obscure the sky |
39-40 |
3 |
Friendship to every willing mind |
40-41 |
5 |
Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger |
41-42 |
5 |
Both sexes give ear to my fancy |
43-44 |
10 |
Any one, who reads the scripture |
44 |
3 |
On ev'ry hill, in ev'ry gtove |
44 |
2 |
Here's a health to all good lasses |
45 |
2 |
Glad'ning sun returns from rest, The |
45-46 |
4 |
O nightingale! best poet of the grove |
46 |
4 |
Spring time returns, and clothes the green plains, The |
46-47 |
3 |
Dawn of hope my soul revives, The |
47-48 |
4 |
Oh fortune how strangely thy gifts are awarded! |
48-50 |
9 |
As Cupid in the garden stray'd |
50 |
4 |
Says Plato, why should man be vain? |
51 |
3 |
Bright God of Day, drew westward away, The |
51-52 |
5 |
Rose tree in full bearing, A |
52 |
2 |
When fair Aurora blushes |
53 |
4 |
How stands the glass around? |
53-54 |
3 |
There was once, it was said, when is out of my mind |
53-57 |
19 |
In a mouldering cave when the wretched retreat [sic] |
57-58 |
4 |
Cease a while ye winds to blow |
58 |
3 |
No more my song shall be ye swains! |
58-59 |
4 |
While zephyrs fan the verdant grove |
59-60 |
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Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowlin [sic] |
60-61 |
3 |
When bidden to the wake or fair |
61 |
2 |
On Richmond's Hill there lives a lass |
61-62 |
3 |
Ye sons of Mars attend, come join the festive throng |
62 |
3 |
Let poets their mistresses praises rehearse |
63 |
4 |
Bright rosy morning, The |
63-64 |
3 |
Moments were sad when my love and I parted |
64-65 |
5 |
Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The |
65-66 |
6 |
Saw you my hero George |
66-67 |
3 |
How sweet is the woodland with fleet hound and horn! |
67 |
2 |
Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing |
67 |
2 |
As I was walking to take the fresh air |
68 |
4 |
Pain'd with her slighting Jamies love |
69-70 |
5 |
Trust not man for he'll deceive you |
70 |
3 |
Trust not woman, she'll beguile you |
70 |
3 |
Some women take delight in dress |
71 |
4 |
Ye virgins attend |
72 |
5 |
Machereamie, my charming fair |
73 |
3 |
Monchere Amia let not despair |
73 |
3 |
Now we are free'd from College rules |
74-75 |
7 |
Beautious sterling late I saw, A [sic] |
75-76 |
8 |
When Delia on the plain appears |
76-77 |
5 |
'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
77-78 |
5 |
I dreamt I saw a piteous sight |
78-79 |
8 |
I sigh and lament me in vain |
79-80 |
6 |
Of damask cheeks, and snowy neck |
80 |
4 |
I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
80-82 |
4 |
Tailor I once was as blythe as e'er need be, A |
82 |
5 |
Make room, O ye kingdoms in history redown'd |
83-84 |
6 |
When the hollow drum has beat to bed |
84-85 |
3 |
'Tis said we vent'rous die---hard, when we leave the shore |
85-86 |
3 |
Ye fair, possess'd of every charm |
86 |
3 |
Why should our joys transform to pain? |
87-88 |
10 |
Tho' oft we meet severe distress |
88-89 |
3 |
I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling |
89 |
4 |
Fair Hebe I left, with a cautious design |
89-90 |
4 |
Hills were green, the fields were gay, The |
90-91 |
3 |
From the East breaks the morn |
91 |
4 |
'Twas dawn by the green banks of Hudsons north streams |
91-92 |
6 |
Contented all day could I set by your side |
93 |
5 |
My eyes may speak pleasure, Tongues flow without measure |
94 |
3 |
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
94-95 |
5 |
Adieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains |
96- |
4 |
Guardian angels now protect me |
96-97 |
8 |
Why tarries my love, or where does he rove |
97-98 |
5 |
As Colinet with Phebe sat |
98-99 |
5 |
Hail, America hail! unrival'd in fame |
99-101 |
5 |
Come each jovial fellow who loves to be mellow |
101 |
3 |
Music, how pow'rful is thy charm |
102 |
5 |
Attention pray give, while of Hobbies I sing |
103-104 |
7 |
'Twas post meridian, half past four |
104-105 |
6 |
Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl |
106-107 |
7 |
Give me wine, rosy wine, that for to despair [sic] |
107-108 |
3 |
Dear Nancy, I've sail'd the world all round |
108 |
3 |
On that lone bank where Lubin died |
108-109 |
4 |
Of Bray the Vicar, long I've been |
109-111 |
8 |
To Anacreon in Heaven where he sat in full glee |
111-113 |
6 |
Were I to choose the greatest bliss |
113 |
4 |
You say, sir, once a wit* allow'd |
113-114 |
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This world is a stage |
114-117 |
15 |
'Twas in the flow'ry month of May |
117 |
4 |
How blest is a bachelor's life [sic] |
118-119 |
8 |
How happy is the man |
119-120 |
6 |
Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays |
120-122 |
7 |
Say say, lovely lass, have you form'd any notion |
122-123 |
4 |
When gentle peace, and pleasing smiles |
123 |
4 |
When fortune doth frown |
124-125 |
8 |
'Twas at the break of day we spy'd |
125-126 |
4 |
When Werter fair Charlotte beheld |
126 |
3 |
Welcome, welcome, brother debtor |
127 |
4 |
Push about the boul, boys [sic] |
127-128 |
5 |
Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
129-130 |
4 |
At the soure of Potomac, Columbia wept [sic] |
130-132 |
13 |
John Bull, for pastime took a prance |
132-133 |
5 |
Dear Tom this brown jug which foams, with mild ale |
133 |
3 |
When France with huge pride, 'cross the Atlantic did stride |
133-134 |
6 |
How brim full of nothing's the life of a beau |
134-135 |
5 |
Spanking Jack was so comely, so plesant so jolly [sic] |
135-137 |
4 |
Brave boys have you heard of the news |
137-138 |
7 |
Anacreon, they say was a jolly old blade |
138-139 |
6 |
When beating rains and pinching winds |
139-140 |
6 |
There liv'd, as fame reports, in days of yore |
140-145 |
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What sadness reigns over these plains [sic] |
146-147 |
6 |
Ye sons of Columbia who despots disdain |
147-148 |
6 |
You ask why I thus droop my head |
148-149 |
3 |
Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
149-150 |
10 |
I'll tell you of a soldier, who lately came from war |
150-152 |
8 |
Cheer up your hearts young men. let nothing fright you |
152-154 |
12 |
As down in cupid's garden |
154-155 |
8 |
Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The |
156-158 |
16 |
I am a brisk young lively lass |
158-159 |
5 |
I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy |
159-161 |
5 |
How plesant a sailor's life passes [sic] |
161 |
3 |
Bold Jack, the sailer, here I come [sic] |
162-163 |
5 |
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen |
163 |
4 |
When last honest Jack, of whose fate I now write |
163-164 |
3 |
As through the green meadow one morning I pass'd |
164-166 |
5 |
Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A |
166-167 |
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When I was a chit, just got into my teens |
167 |
3 |
To ease his heart, and own his flame |
168 |
5 |
Not the fictions of Greece, nor the dreams of old Rome |
169-170 |
4 |
When my divine Althea's charms |
170-171 |
3 |
Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn |
171-172 |
6 |
What joys do the Craft on each Mason bestow |
172-173 |
5 |
How happy's a Mason whose bosom still flows |
173-174 |
2 |
Dear brothers of fraternal mind |
174-176 |
8 |
Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu |
176-177 |
5 |
Here social love serenely smiles |
177-178 |
3 |
Bacchus open all thy treasure |
178 |
4 |
Come let us prepare |
178-179 |
7 |
In hist'ry we're told, how the lodges of old |
179-181 |
4 |
E'er God the universe began |
181-182 |
5 |
We have no idle prating |
182-183 |
5 |
Come, ye Masons, hither bring |
183-184 |
5 |
Fidelity once had a fancy to move |
184-185 |
8 |
When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes |
185-186 |
6 |
When quite a young spark |
186-187 |
7 |
When Masonry expiring lay, by knaves and fools rejected |
187-188 |
5 |
Let Masons fame resound |
189 |
5 |
When a lodge of Free Masons are clothed in their aprons |
190-191 |
10 |
Let drunkards boast the power of wine |
191-192 |
7 |
Unite, unite, your voices raise |
192-193 |
5 |
Hail Masonry divine |
193-194 |
3 |
Assist my muse, thy influence bring |
194 |
5 |
King Solomon, that wise projector |
195-196 |
6 |
Mason's daughter faire and young, A |
196-197 |
4 |
Here's a health to each one |
197-198 |
4 |
Whoever wants wisdom must with some delight |
198 |
4 |
When orient Wisdom beam'd serene |
199-200 |
5 |
Just straight from his home |
200-201 |
7 |
On you who masonry despise |
201-202 |
4 |
Thus happily met, united and free |
202-203 |
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