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| Ah! tell me ye swains,have you seen my Pastora (fl) |
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3 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
6 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
7 |
3 |
| Hither, hither Mary, hither, hither come (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| Since then I 'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
8 |
2 |
| Beyond yon hill whereStinchar flows (fl) |
8-9 |
4 |
| With care I search'd the village round (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| I have look'd into life and with truth I can say (fl) |
11 |
6 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
12 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Hibernia, who snug on dry land (fl) |
13-15 |
12 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
16-18 |
6 |
| In storms when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? (fl) |
19 |
3 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Our country is our ship, d'ye see (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Come all hands ahoy to the anchor (fl) |
22-24 |
6 |
| One moon-shiny night, about two in the morning (fl) |
24-26 |
7 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
27 |
4 |
| When Bibo went down to the regions below (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
28-29 |
6 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| When the fancy-stirring bowl (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| One sweet May-morn, in woody dale (fl) |
31-32 |
5 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| Come hail the day, ye sons of mirth (fl) |
34-35 |
8 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, O hail the great day (fl) |
36-37 |
5 |
| To the gods who preside o'er the nations below (fl) |
37-39 |
8 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
40 |
2 |
| When sailing with a fav'ring gale (fl) |
41 |
4 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
41-43 |
5 |
| At dead of night, the hour when courts (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| Let care be a stranger to each jolly soul (fl) |
44-45 |
5 |
| Fond husband will after a conjugal strive, A (fl) |
45 |
4 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
46 |
4 |
| Sup of good whisky will make you glad, A (fl) |
47-48 |
7 |
| I am lately return'd from the ocean (fl) |
48-50 |
7 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| To hear a sweet Goldfinches sonnet [sic] (fl) |
51-52 |
3 |
| When first I slipp'd my leading strings to please her little Poll (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| Sweet inmate Sensibility (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| By her own lovely self that's my choice and delight (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| O fear not my courage, prov'd over and over (fl) |
54 |
4 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
54-55 |
3 |
| My heart is as honest, and brave as the best (fl) |
55-56 |
2 |
| In the worlds in the worlds crooked paths where I've been [sic] (fl) |
56 |
3 |
| With lowly suit and plaintive ditty (fl) |
56-57 |
2 |
| How happily my life I led (fl) |
57 |
2 |
| When to my pretty Poll I went (fl) |
58-59 |
8 |
| At dawn I rose with jocund glee (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Tho' I am now a very little lad (fl) |
59-60 |
3 |
| Boys, when I play, cry, oh! crimini (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Then farewell my trim-built wherry (fl) |
62 |
3 |
| Dear sir, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
63 |
2 |
| Soft Zephyr on thy balmy wing (fl) |
63 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a rock within a bay (fl) |
64 |
4 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
65 |
2 |
| You may talk of a brogue & of Ireland sweet nation (fl) |
65-66 |
3 |
| Now driving thro' Highgate I stop't a good while in't (fl) |
66-67 |
5 |
| Arrah Tippo, your Highness, give over your fun (fl) |
68-69 |
4 |
| Boder O Mr. Dib, what d'ye mean by all that? (fl) |
69-70 |
5 |
| Now spring her sweets discloses (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| O Logie of Buchan! O Logie the laird! (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| Lass of Peaties mill, The (fl) |
72-73 |
4 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| Farewell to Lochaber and farewell my Jean (fl) |
74 |
3 |
| Our immortal poet's page (fl) |
75-77 |
8 |
| Curtis was old Hodge's wife (fl) |
77-78 |
6 |
| When last from the straights we had fairly cast anchor (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Passing bell was heard to toll, The (fl) |
79-80 |
5 |
| O Fortune, how strangely thy gifts are awarded (fl) |
81-82 |
8 |
| When I first went to school it was all my delight (fl) |
82-83 |
5 |
| Night reigns around, in sleep's soft arms (fl) |
84 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in heaven where he sat in full glee (fl) |
84-86 |
6 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The [sic] (fl) |
86-87 |
2 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and flowry dales (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Young Teddy is an Irish lad (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| Oh the hours I have past in the arms of my dear (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| Sweet music wakes the May day morn (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Young Sandy's gone to Kirk, I ken (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| Indeed, miss, such sweethearts as I am (fl) |
93 |
4 |
| I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill (fl) |
94 |
4 |
| World's a strange world, child, it must be confest, The [sic] (fl) |
95 |
2 |
| Miss Jenny, don't think that I care for you (fl) |
95-96 |
3 |
| Come all ye gem'men volunteers (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| Madam you know my trade is war (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| While up the shrouds the sailor goes (fl) |
98-99 |
4 |
| How kind and how good of his dear majesty (fl) |
99 |
4 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| My name's Ted Blarney, I'll be bound (fl) |
100-101 |
5 |
| Ah men! What silly things you are (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| Ladies faces, now-a-days, The (fl) |
102 |
4 |
| What naughty things we women are (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| I thought we were fiddle and bow (fl) |
104-105 |
2 |
| I sing of war set on foot for a toy (fl) |
105-106 |
6 |
| Tinker I am, A (fl) |
106-107 |
4 |
| Be it known to all those whosoe'er it regards (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| Life's like a ship in constant motion (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| Let bards elate, of Sue and Kate (fl) |
109-110 |
6 |
| What a plague cry'd young Colin would Chloe be at? (fl) |
110-111 |
5 |
| I was d'ye see, a waterman (fl) |
111-113 |
4 |
| I vow I thought you, at first sight (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| I pray you when your sweet-heart pouts (fl) |
113-114 |
2 |
| We bipeds made up of frail clay (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| What Cato advises, most certainly wise is (fl) |
115-116 |
2 |
| Why droops my Nan, and why those tears? (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| Woman is like to---but stay---, A (fl) |
117-118 |
7 |
| Man is like to---but stay, A (fl) |
119 |
7 |
| Dear Kathleen, you, no doubt (fl) |
120-121 |
3 |
| Simplicity! thou fav'rite child (fl) |
121 |
2 |
| My mother says, I'm now sixteen (fl) |
122 |
6 |
| You ask me sweet maid if my vows are sincere (fl) |
122-123 |
3 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
123-124 |
5 |
| Come, fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys (fl) |
124-125 |
5 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
125-127 |
3 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
127-128 |
10 |
| Vatsh te matter, goot folks (fl) |
128-129 |
6 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The (fl) |
129-131 |
10 |
| To ease his heart, and own his flame (fl) |
131 |
6 |
| Let's be jovial, fill our glasses (fl) |
132 |
5 |
| Last time I came o'er the moor, The (fl) |
132-134 |
5 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
134 |
3 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
135 |
4 |
| My goddess Lydia, heavenly fair (fl) |
135-136 |
5 |
| On Richmond hill, there live's a lass [sic] (fl) |
136 |
3 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
137 |
2 |
| Trust not man for he'll deceive you (fl) |
137 |
3 |
| Trust not woman, she'll beguile you (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
138-140 |
9 |
| When I had scarcely told sixteen (fl) |
140-141 |
6 |
| Nae mair, ye bonny lasses gay (fl) |
141-142 |
6 |
| When gentle love first fir'd my breast (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| If your lovers, maids, forsake you (fl) |
143 |
4 |
| From the man that I love, tho' my heart I disguise (fl) |
143-144 |
4 |
| Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The (fl) |
144-145 |
4 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove (fl) |
145-146 |
4 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger (fl) |
147 |
5 |
| Few years ago, in the days of my grannam, A (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| Lovely woman, pride of nature (fl) |
149 |
3 |
| Mankind all get drunk, aye and womankind too (fl) |
150-151 |
5 |
| Word in your ear, if you please, Mr. Fop, A (fl) |
151 |
2 |
| This life is like a country dance (fl) |
151-152 |
4 |
| Too yielding a carriage, Has oft before marriage (fl) |
153 |
2 |
| Faint and wearily the way worn traveller (fl) |
154 |
2 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| Trifling maid, who, idly vain, The (fl) |
155-156 |
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| I'm up to all your tricks, my dear (fl) |
156 |
2 |
| I've heard, cry'd out one, that you tars tack and tack (fl) |
156-157 |
4 |
| Is't my country you'd know? I'm an Irishman born (fl) |
158-159 |
6 |
| There were Farmer Thrasher, and he had a cow (fl) |
160-161 |
11 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world around (fl) |
161-162 |
3 |
| When my money was gone, that I gain'd in the wars (fl) |
162-163 |
6 |
| When the men a courting came (fl) |
163-164 |
5 |
| Ye virgins attend (fl) |
164-165 |
5 |
| As bringing home, the other day (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| When I was a young one, what girl was like me (fl) |
166 |
6 |
| No more I'll court the town bred fair (fl) |
167 |
4 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
167-168 |
4 |
| Poor negroe say one ting you no take offence (fl) |
168-169 |
4 |
| Music, how pow'rful is thy charm! (fl) |
169-170 |
5 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend (fl) |
170-173 |
22 |
| If ever a sailor was fond of good sport (fl) |
173-174 |
5 |
| Ye young maids so sprightly (fl) |
175-176 |
4 |
| This world is a stage (fl) |
176-179 |
15 |
| Surge hoarsely murm'ring, young Fanny's grief mocking (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| Ye beauties, or such as would beauties be nam'd (fl) |
180 |
3 |
| Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
181-182 |
7 |
| You have heard of the man who such virtues possess'd (fl) |
182-183 |
4 |
| Now, Joan we are married---and now let me say (fl) |
183-184 |
7 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
184-185 |
4 |
| I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling (fl) |
185-186 |
4 |
| Tho' the muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun (fl) |
186 |
3 |
| There liv'd as fame reports, in days of yore (fl) |
187-191 |
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