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Ye sons of Columbia, unite in the cause |
3-4 |
5 |
Hail Columbia, happy land |
4-6 |
4 |
Come, hail the day, ye sons of mirth |
5-8 |
8 |
Sing Yankee Doodle, that fine tune |
8-10 |
14 |
When Britain with despotic sway |
10-12 |
6 |
Fair liberty! whom heaven gave |
12 |
2 |
Soldier, a soldier, a soldier for me, A |
13-14 |
3 |
Come, come, my brethren dear |
14 |
2 |
Guardian of our nation, stand firm in your station |
15 |
6 |
Poets may sing of their Helicon streams |
16-17 |
6 |
God save the United States |
17-18 |
5 |
From th' soil our fathers dearly bot,' [sic] |
19-20 |
5 |
To the standard repair |
20-21 |
6 |
Columbia's Bald Eagle displays in his claws |
21-22 |
3 |
To Columbia, who gladly reclin'd at her ease |
22-24 |
5 |
Come all grenadiers let us join hand in hand |
25-26 |
3 |
Time has not th'nn'd my flowing hair [sic] |
26 |
2 |
When Freedom, fair Freedom her banner display'd |
27-29 |
6 |
Come all ye jolly sailors bold |
29-30 |
4 |
American frigate from Baltimore came, An |
30-32 |
8 |
Fly ye traitors from our land |
32-34 |
4 |
How blest the life a sailor leads |
34-35 |
3 |
When our great sires this land explor'd |
35-36 |
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Come, care curing mirth |
37-38 |
10 |
How bright are the joys of the table |
39-40 |
4 |
My mother says, I'm now sixteen |
40-41 |
6 |
Flaxen-headed cow-boy as simple as may be, A |
41-42 |
4 |
In storms, when clouds obscure the sky |
42-43 |
5 |
Rose tree in full bearing, A |
43-44 |
6 |
How stands the glass around? |
44-45 |
3 |
Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger |
46-47 |
5 |
Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
47-48 |
3 |
Lord, what care I for mam, or dad? |
48 |
5 |
No pastime, no sport can with hunting compare |
49 |
3 |
When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth |
49-50 |
6 |
Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed |
51-52 |
7 |
Dear Kathleen you no doubt |
53 |
3 |
Woman is like to--but stay--, A |
54-55 |
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Man, he is like to--but stay--, A |
55-57 |
7 |
Some women take delight in dress |
57-58 |
4 |
How imperfect is expression |
58-59 |
3 |
For various purpose serves the fan |
59 |
2 |
Jolly mortals fill your glasses |
60 |
3 |
From night till morn I take my glass |
60 |
2 |
Hark! Echo! sweet Echo repeats the loud strain |
61 |
2 |
Let a set of sober asses |
61-62 |
7 |
Sailor's life, a life of woe, A |
63-64 |
3 |
Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing |
65-66 |
7 |
When fortune doth frown |
67-68 |
8 |
Ye fair, possess'd of ev'ry charm |
68-69 |
3 |
'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
69-70 |
3 |
Plague of those musty old lubbers, A |
70-71 |
4 |
Returning home, across the plain |
72 |
3 |
Fair Kate of Portsmouth lov'd a tar |
73-74 |
5 |
Night scarce her mantle had withdrew |
74 |
3 |
This world is a stage |
75-78 |
15 |
Distress me with those tears no more |
78 |
3 |
Tho' prudence may press me |
79 |
2 |
How happy the woman, whose charms |
79 |
3 |
Bright God of Day, drew westward away, The |
80 |
5 |
Beautious sterling late I saw, A [sic] |
81-82 |
8 |
Trust not man for he'll deceive you |
82 |
3 |
Trust not woman, she'll beguile you |
82-83 |
3 |
Oh, Cupid forever |
83-84 |
5 |
Her mouth with a smile |
84 |
2 |
When I had scarcely told sixteen |
85 |
3 |
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
86 |
3 |
Welcome, welcome, brother debtor |
87-88 |
4 |
Sweet nightingale, best poet of the grove |
88 |
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No more I'll court the town bred fair |
88-89 |
5 |
When one's drunk not a girl but looks pretty |
89-90 |
4 |
Roving about, good fellows to meet |
90-91 |
6 |
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
91-92 |
3 |
Ye youths, wheresoever ye wander so free |
92-93 |
3 |
Chloe, by that borrow'd kiss |
93-94 |
2 |
Such a Tom-boy before I had enter'd my teens |
94-95 |
3 |
Of Columbias boast the praise be mine [sic] |
95-96 |
5 |
Go patter to lubbers and swabs, d' ye see |
97-98 |
12 |
I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now |
99-100 |
4 |
Behold this fair goblet--'twas carv'd from the tree |
101-102 |
8 |
Dear Tom this brown jug, which foams with mild ale |
103 |
3 |
Say, have you seen my Arabell? |
103-104 |
3 |
As musing I rang'd in the meads all alone |
104-105 |
5 |
When up to London first I came |
105-106 |
3 |
On that lone bank where Lubin died |
106 |
4 |
Sails unfurl'd, the ship unmoor'd, The |
107 |
4 |
Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow |
107-108 |
8 |
Eve her silver vestment wore, The |
109 |
4 |
Alas!, they've torn my love away |
110 |
3 |
There was once, it was said, when, is out of my head |
111-114 |
18 |
Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The |
114 |
3 |
Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
115-118 |
22 |
At the sound of the horn |
118-119 |
4 |
Go tuneful bird, that glads the skies |
119 |
4 |
When spring returning decks the groves in glittering array |
120 |
3 |
For Balt'more, when, with fav'ring gale |
121 |
3 |
Sweet rosy morning, The |
121-122 |
3 |
How poor is the man, tho' he wealth would possess |
122 |
2 |
Come, my Sylvia! come and bless |
123 |
4 |
I've found my fair, a true love knot |
123-124 |
3 |
When bending o'er the lofty yard |
124-125 |
3 |
Come, pretty Poll, thy tears refain |
125-126 |
3 |
Now Henry has left me to plough the salt sea |
126-127 |
3 |
Western sky was purpl'd o'er, The |
127 |
3 |
'Twas past meridian, half past four [sic] |
126-129 |
12 |
Cease, rude Boreas, boisterous railer |
129-132 |
17 |
Come, courage lads, and drink away |
132 |
2 |
O you, whose lives on land are pass'd |
133 |
3 |
Sweet nightingale! queen of the spray |
133 |
2 |
Tho' I am now a very little lad |
134 |
3 |
Not long ago how blithe was I! |
135-136 |
4 |
Return ye raptur'd hours |
136 |
4 |
Come each gallant lad |
136-137 |
6 |
Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd |
137-138 |
3 |
I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter |
138-139 |
4 |
My friends all declare that my time is mispent |
140 |
4 |
Bottle is a very good thing, A |
140-141 |
2 |
When the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen |
141-142 |
4 |
We soldiers drink, we soldiers sing |
142-143 |
4 |
Bold Jack, the sailor, here he comes [sic] |
143-144 |
5 |
Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O |
145-147 |
6 |
Oh why should weak deluded man |
147-148 |
4 |
Brave countrymen, both great and small |
148-149 |
4 |
Hibernia's sSons, the patriot band |
150 |
3 |
Assembled in our country's cause |
151-152 |
8 |
In what history can you find |
152-153 |
4 |
Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures |
153-154 |
5 |
Go on, brave Prince, increase your debts |
155-156 |
5 |
Grand juries those time-serving knaves |
157-158 |
8 |
Ye vile swinish herd, in the sty of taxation |
158-160 |
7 |
Good people I pray you attend to me |
160-161 |
3 |
Gallant nation foes no more |
161-162 |
6 |
Arrah! Paddy, dear boy, my heart and my joy |
162-164 |
4 |
Sons of Bacchus lets be gay |
164 |
2 |
Now Hibernians bold and brave |
165 |
4 |
Hibernia's sons, with hearts elate |
166-167 |
4 |
Hail! undaunted Hibernians true offspring of light |
167-168 |
4 |
My name is Freedom, new come o'er |
169-170 |
4 |
On a brook's grassy brink, in the willow's cool shade |
170-172 |
10 |
Come, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses |
172-173 |
3 |
Brimful of anger---not of love |
173 |
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When Fanny, blooming fair |
174 |
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To make the man kind, and keep true to your bed |
175-176 |
6 |
Ye fam'd physicians of this place |
176-177 |
4 |
Brides, in all countries, have been reckon'd |
177-178 |
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One day at her toilet, as Venus began |
178-179 |
4 |
That which her slender waist confin'd |
179-180 |
3 |
Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things |
180-181 |
4 |
Bright Cynthia's power, divinely great |
181 |
2 |
As pensive on the Severn's side |
[182] |
4 |
Beneath a weaping willow's shade [sic] |
[183] |
4 |
In infancy I knew a spot |
[184-185] |
4 |
Brim full of love fat Lydy sat [sic] |
[185] |
4 |
Long time I've enjoy'd the soft transports of love |
[186] |
3 |
Disguis'd last night, I rush'd from home |
187-188 |
7 |
Thomas came running to the mill |
188-189 |
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Night her silent sable wore, The |
189-191 |
10 |
Here in the bower of beauty, newly shorn |
191 |
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To Celia thus fond Damon said |
192 |
4 |
Some love to range, so fond of change |
192-193 |
6 |
Ye sons of Anacreon, assist me to sing |
193-194 |
4 |
Why, Chloe, thus squander your prime |
195 |
3 |
Celia! you kill me, by the lord! |
195-196 |
6 |
Be quiet, sir! be gone, I say! |
196 |
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As one bright summer's sultry day |
197-198 |
5 |
Come, Cythera, with thy doves |
198-200 |
10 |
As Lydia on a bank reclining lay |
201 |
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Return'd from the op'ra, as lately I sat |
201 |
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202-204 |
18 |
Ye delicate lovelies, with leave, I maintain |
205-206 |
9 |
Whenever, Chloe, I begin |
206-207 |
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Lovely Lydia! lovely maid! |
207-20 |
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