| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
3 |
3 |
| Oh! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
4 |
3 |
| Poor Richard lov'd his Emma well (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
5 |
4 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
6 |
3 |
| Rose-tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
7 |
2 |
| In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote (fl) |
7-11 |
14 |
| And bearing up to gain the port (fl) |
8 |
1 |
| Why Mosy, why Aaron, my boys (fl) |
8-9 |
2 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
9 |
1 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
10 |
1 |
| Oh! dear what can the matter be (fl) |
10 |
1 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
12 |
3 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
14-15 |
6 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| O you, whose lives on land are pass'd (fl) |
17-18 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
18 |
3 |
| Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear (fl) |
19 |
4 |
| Come, never seem to mind it (fl) |
20-21 |
6 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| Tho' neither in silks nor in satins I'm seen (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
23-24 |
8 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll! The (fl) |
25-26 |
5 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The (fl) |
26-27 |
5 |
| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| Sweet is the ship that under sail (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Day is departed and round from the cloud (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| Beggar I am, and of low degree, A (fl) |
32 |
2 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine (fl) |
34-35 |
5 |
| I was call'd knowing Joe by the boys of our town (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| My heart from my bosom would fly (fl) |
37 |
3 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Like a lark in the morning with early song (fl) |
38-39 |
4 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
40 |
|
| Whither, my love, ah! whither art thou gone (fl) |
41 |
1 |
| Don't you see that as how, I'm a sportsman in style (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
43-44 |
5 |
| Vatsh te matter, goot folks (fl) |
44-45 |
6 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing (fl) |
46 |
2 |
| Blest as th' immortal gods is he (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| When first I slipp'd my leading strings...to please her little Poll (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
48 |
4 |
| 'Tis said we 'vent'rers die hard, when we leave the shore (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| Thou rising sun whose gladsome ray (fl) |
50-51 |
7 |
| Begone, Dull Care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
51 |
2 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
51-52 |
3 |
| Then, farewell my trim-built wherry (fl) |
53 |
3 |
| Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seed a little sarvice [sic] (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| When first Miss Kitty came to town (fl) |
56 |
|
| Soldier, a soldier, a soldier for me, A (fl) |
57 |
3 |
| Tuneful Lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
58 |
3 |
| My daddy was a tinker's son (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Tho' I am now a very little lad (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| Dear sir, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
61 |
3 |
| My true honest fellows who smoke with such glee (fl) |
61-62 |
5 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
63 |
4 |
| How sweet in the woodland, with fleet hound and horn (fl) |
63-64 |
2 |
| I was d' ye see a waterman (fl) |
64-65 |
4 |
| By the gaily circling glass (fl) |
65-66 |
2 |
| Of the ancients is't speaking my soul you'd be after (fl) |
66-67 |
5 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
67 |
3 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
68-69 |
5 |
| I am a friar of orders grey (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| Now the hill-tops are burnish'd with azure and gold (fl) |
70-71 |
5 |
| To Batchelor's Hall we good fellows invite (fl) |
71-72 |
5 |
| Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
73-74 |
7 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd (fl) |
74-75 |
6 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| When I to London first came in (fl) |
76-77 |
3 |
| By moonlight on the green (fl) |
77-78 |
|
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Be hush'd the loud breeze, and soft roll the rough billow (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| Up among yon cliffy rocks (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| Now's the time for mirth and glee (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| Thou soft flowing Avon, by thy silver stream (fl) |
82 |
4 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
83 |
3 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
83-84 |
4 |
| 'Twas I learnt a pretty song in France (fl) |
85-86 |
5 |
| To Anacreon in heaven, where he sat in full glee (fl) |
86-87 |
6 |
| I'm Jolly Dick, the lamplighter (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| Farewell, dear Glenowen! adieu to thy mountains (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| Oh! you all must have heard of the learned pig (fl) |
90-91 |
7 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Decks were clear'd, the gallant band, The (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
94-96 |
8 |
| Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays (fl) |
97-98 |
7 |
| If the man goes but right who follows his nose (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| O Love! what the deuce do you want in my bosom? (fl) |
99-100 |
|
| My mam is no more, and my dad in his grave (fl) |
100 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
101 |
|
| At Symond's Inn I sip my tea (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Woman is like to....but stay.... (fl) |
103-104 |
|
| Not drunk, nor yet sober, but brother to both (fl) |
104-105 |
7 |
| O say, bonny lass, will you ly in a barrack? (fl) |
105 |
4 |
| O say, simple maid, have you form'd any notion (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| Ned Flint was lov'd by all the ship (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| Who has e'er been to London, that overgrown place (fl) |
109-110 |
11 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true-love (fl) |
110-111 |
2 |
| We bipeds made up of frail clay (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| From night to morning I take my glass (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| Blush of Aurora now tinges the morn, The (fl) |
112-113 |
3 |
| At the sound of the horn (fl) |
114 |
4 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
115 |
3 |
| Lass of Peatie's mill, The (fl) |
115-116 |
4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
117 |
4 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
118 |
4 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
119-120 |
3 |
| Soft zephyr, on thy balmy wing (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Yarmouth roads are right ahead, The (fl) |
121-122 |
|
| Stag through the forest, when rous'd by the horn, The (fl) |
122 |
2 |
| Night her silent sable wore, The (fl) |
123 |
8 |
| Together let us range the fields (fl) |
124 |
1 |
| I vonsh vash but a pedlar, and my shop vash in my box (fl) |
124-125 |
5 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
126 |
3 |
| Now we're launch'd on the world (fl) |
126-127 |
3 |
| Awake, my fair, sweet, Chloe wake (fl) |
128 |
3 |
| Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, Marion (fl) |
128-129 |
6 |
| Good people all attend to me, I'll sing you a merry tale, sir (fl) |
129-131 |
8 |
| When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth (fl) |
131-132 |
6 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
133 |
4 |
| To be sure I don't love in my heart, now (fl) |
134 |
3 |
| Why, dear George, in every feature (fl) |
135 |
4 |
| At the very best of houses, where the best of people dine (fl) |
136-137 |
3 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair (fl) |
137-138 |
4 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
138 |
2 |
| On Entick's green meadows, where innocence reigns (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
139-140 |
4 |
| My name is Tippy Bob (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
141-142 |
3 |
| Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow (fl) |
142 |
2 |
| How blyth was I each morn to see (fl) |
143 |
6 |
| Yes, yes, be merciless, thou tempest dire! (fl) |
144 |
2 |
| When I was a lad I had cause to be sad (fl) |
145-146 |
10 |
| Would ye be taught, ye feather'd trhong (fl) |
146-147 |
4 |
| When my money was gone, that I gain'd in the wars (fl) |
147-148 |
6 |
| Ye gents, give ear to me I pray (fl) |
148-150 |
6 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul (fl) |
150-151 |
5 |
| Where winding Forth adorns the vale (fl) |
151-152 |
3 |
| When thirst of gold enslaves the mind (fl) |
152 |
4 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart (fl) |
153-154 |
6 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
155 |
3 |
| In the dead of the night, when, with labor opprest (fl) |
156 |
6 |
| When first the sun o'er ocean glow'd (fl) |
157-158 |
8 |
| Lord, what care I for mam or dad? (fl) |
158 |
5 |
| Rose just bursting into bloom, The (fl) |
159 |
2 |
| Ah! tell me, ye swains, have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| Extinguish the candle, give Phoebus fair play (fl) |
160-161 |
10 |
| Leander on the bay (fl) |
161-163 |
6 |
| When generous wine expands the soul (fl) |
163 |
2 |
| Rise, Cynthia, rise (fl) |
164 |
1 |
| Who better knows the world than I (fl) |
164-165 |
4 |
| Father of Nancy a forester was, The (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| I've travel'd afar from my dear native home (fl) |
166 |
3 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
167 |
4 |
| Oh Nanny, wilt thou gang wi' me (fl) |
168 |
4 |
| Wide o'er the tremulous sea (fl) |
169 |
3 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
169-170 |
6 |
| To Columbia, who, gladly reclin'd at her ease (fl) |
170-172 |
6 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
172-173 |
4 |
| Art thou awake or art thou sleeping (fl) |
173 |
2 |
| Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl (fl) |
173-174 |
7 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
174-175 |
6 |
| Blow, blow, thou winter's wind (fl) |
176 |
|
| I ne'er could any lustre see (fl) |
176 |
2 |
| Thou can'st not boast of fortune's store (fl) |
177 |
2 |
| When sable night each drooping plant restoring (fl) |
177 |
3 |
| Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd (fl) |
177-178 |
4 |
| How oft, Sophia, hast thou said (fl) |
178 |
4 |
| Let gay ones and great (fl) |
179 |
1 |
| Honest heart, where thoughts are clear, The (fl) |
179 |
1 |
| How happy were my days till now (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| When I followed a lass that was froward and shy [sic] (fl) |
180 |
1 |
| O! how shall I in language weak (fl) |
180 |
2 |
| 'Tis not wealth, it is not birth (fl) |
180 |
2 |
| Traveller benighted, The (fl) |
180 |
2 |
| How much superior beauty awes (fl) |
181 |
2 |
| Ye streams that round my prison creep (fl) |
181 |
2 |
| Sweet bird, that cheer'st the heavy hours (fl) |
181-182 |
4 |
| In the world's crooked paths where I've been (fl) |
182 |
3 |
| There's something in kissing.... I cannot tell why (fl) |
182-183 |
2 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
183 |
2 |
| Sweet inmate....Sensibility! (fl) |
183 |
|
| My heart is as honest, and brave as the best (fl) |
183-184 |
2 |
| Oh! a French federation (fl) |
184 |
2 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
184-185 |
4 |
| Hence, reveller of tinsel wing (fl) |
185 |
2 |
| Rest, beautious flow'r; and bloom anew (fl) |
185 |
2 |
| Superior to this adverse hour (fl) |
185-186 |
2 |
| Thus, when the wint'ry blasts are near (fl) |
186 |
2 |
| When from Dayda dear I'm parting (fl) |
186 |
2 |
| Sadly Jane sat weaving willow (fl) |
187 |
3 |
| Wand'ring youth forgive, A (fl) |
187 |
1 |
| Come list unto my ditty (fl) |
188 |
3 |
| See, where stern winter's icy hand (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| 'Tis love holds the bright torch of nature (fl) |
189-190 |
3 |
| Tho' adverse, alas! be our fate (fl) |
190 |
3 |
| Sun when arising bespangles the dew, The (fl) |
191 |
6 |
| Torn from my heart's delight, my lover (fl) |
191 |
1 |
| 'Twas in the pleasant month of May (fl) |
192 |
4 |
| Roae when dews of night are shed, The (fl) |
193 |
1 |
| Hear you not the nightingale (fl) |
193 |
3 |
| Softly, ye swains, more softly tread (fl) |
193-194 |
|
| I have listen'd too long to thy tale (fl) |
194 |
2 |
| Yes, I heard the roaring ocean (fl) |
194-195 |
3 |
| That I might prove my love sincere (fl) |
195-196 |
3 |
| Lovely maid, see around us all nature is blooming (fl) |
196 |
3 |
| On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh (fl) |
196-197 |
6 |
| If happily ye wish to live (fl) |
197 |
|
| When Cupids leave the Virgin's face (fl) |
198 |
3 |
| Say Jessy one morn as we rang'd thro' the fields (fl) |
1982 |
2 |
| Severe the pangs of slighted love (fl) |
199 |
2 |
| Friendship's a noble generous flame (fl) |
199-200 |
3 |
| Sweet Isor, were thy sunny realm (fl) |
200 |
4 |
| Cards were sent, the Muses came, The (fl) |
201-202 |
6 |
| While gentlefolks strut in their silver and sattins (fl) |
202-203 |
6 |
| Suppose Twelve has struck, wherefore pray all this fuss? (fl) |
203-204 |
4 |
| Great A was alarm'd at B's bad behav'our (fl) |
204-205 |
8 |
| One day at her toilet as Venus began (fl) |
205-206 |
4 |
| When people call'd Poets, in Blank Verse, or Rhime [sic] (fl) |
206-207 |
5 |
| Look round, my Love! how chang'd the scene (fl) |
207-208 |
6 |
| Wonder! a Wonder! a Wonder I'll shew (fl) |
208-209 |
8 |
| One ev'ning alone in the Grove (fl) |
209 |
|
| Tho' a cobler is call'd but a low occupation (fl) |
210 |
7 |
| Push about the brisk bowl, 'twill enliven the heart (fl) |
211 |
6 |
| Our chorus to Bacchus, to Bacchus we'll raise (fl) |
212 |
7 |
| Fond father's bliss is to number his race, A (fl) |
213 |
2 |
| Sweet is the breath of early chaste-ey'd morn (fl) |
213-214 |
5 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
214 |
3 |
| At the dead of the night. when by whiskey inspir'd (fl) |
215 |
3 |
| My love's a vessel trim and gay (fl) |
215-216 |
4 |
| Love's no irregular desire (fl) |
216 |
4 |
| Now we're all met here together (fl) |
217-218 |
3 |
| Tom Truelove woo'd the sweetest fair (fl) |
219 |
3 |
| Just arriv'd plump and hearty from Zomersetshire (fl) |
220 |
3 |
| Ha! what is this that on my brow (fl) |
221 |
4 |
| To a farmer in Dorset a poor woman went (fl) |
221-222 |
6 |
| Becalm, becalm your rising anger (fl) |
222 |
1 |
| Alone on life's tempestuous ocean cast (fl) |
223 |
3 |
| Sun has reach'd the mountain's head, The (fl) |
223-224 |
4 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
224 |
3 |
| From childhood's bands ere I escap'd (fl) |
225 |
4 |
| When 'tis night and the mid-watch is come (fl) |
225-226 |
3 |
| What if I am mad? what if in pain (fl) |
226 |
3 |
| Jack Binnacle met with an old shipmate (fl) |
227-228 |
4 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
229 |
4 |
| Two real tars whom duty call'd (fl) |
230 |
4 |
| As I stray'd o'er a Common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
231-232 |
6 |
| Ye gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease (fl) |
233 |
3 |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
233-234 |
4 |
| Epicurus of old was a fine eating fellow (fl) |
234-235 |
4 |
| Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair (fl) |
325 |
2 |
| Piper on the meadows straying, A (fl) |
235-236 |
3 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
236 |
4 |
| Beauties, have ye seen a toy (fl) |
237 |
4 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
238 |
3 |
| There were farmer thrasher, and he had a cow (fl) |
239-240 |
11 |
| John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred (fl) |
241-242 |
8 |
| You're welcome to Paxton, Robin Adair (fl) |
243 |
4 |
| With a cheerful old friend, and a merry old song (fl) |
243 |
3 |
| When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd (fl) |
244 |
3 |
| Come, Beauty of th' eternal Sire! (fl) |
245-246 |
4 |
| Thou who didst launch, thro' boundless space (fl) |
246-247 |
6 |
| From the seat of bliss above (fl) |
247-248 |
10 |
| Let the wond'rous theme be sung (fl) |
249 |
7 |
| Almighty Sire! our heavenly king (fl) |
250 |
3 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole (fl) |
250 |
2 |
| Ere God the universe began (fl) |
251 |
5 |
| When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes (fl) |
254 |
8 |
| Assist my muse, thy influence bring (fl) |
255-256 |
8 |
| Bacchus open all thy treasure (fl) |
256 |
5 |
| When Masonry expiring lay, by knaves and fools rejected (fl) |
257-258 |
5 |