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| Up anchors, clear decks boys and each to his station |
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10 |
| 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 |
28 |
| 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 |
6 |
| 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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