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Page |
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| And must I bid my love farewell? (fl) |
1-2 |
3 |
| Oh, think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
2-3 |
3 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| When wild war's deadly blast was [blawn] (fl) |
4-6 |
8 |
| For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove (fl) |
6-7 |
2 |
| I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| De'il take the wars that hurried Billy from me (fl) |
8-9 |
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| [Sun sets at night] (fl) |
9 |
|
| [Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doune] (fl) |
11 |
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| [Merry may the maid be] (fl) |
13 |
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| [John Anderson, my Joe] (fl) |
15-17 |
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| Wha wadna be in love (fl) |
17-18 |
5 |
| Rose-tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
18-19 |
2 |
| How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| I am a brisk young lively lass (fl) |
21-22 |
5 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
23 |
4 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy, I've sail'd the world all round (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
26-28 |
9 |
| Tom Tackle was noble, was true to his word (fl) |
29-30 |
10 |
| When I to London first came in (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| And are you sure the news is true? (fl) |
32-33 |
9 |
| Pride of all nature was sweet Willy O, The (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| Hey how, Johnny lad (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| To Anacreon in heaven where he sat in full glee (fl) |
35-38 |
6 |
| Ned Flint was lov'd by all the ship (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Lass of Peaty's mill, The (fl) |
39-40 |
4 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a lass (fl) |
40 |
4 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| Bride came out of the byre, The (fl) |
41-43 |
6 |
| Serene was the morning, and promis'd a day (fl) |
44-46 |
6 |
| Wandering sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| As walking forth to view the plain (fl) |
47-48 |
6 |
| Dear sir, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| Yarmouth roads are right ahead, The (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Brave Oakum, Mainbrace, honest Jack (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| As Peaty came up frae the glen (fl) |
52-55 |
10 |
| Now Jocky is a bonny lad, a merry lad, a cheery lad (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae (fl) |
57 |
3 |
| We bipeds made up of frail clay (fl) |
58-59 |
4 |
| Body may in simple way, A (fl) |
59 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
60 |
3 |
| When the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd (fl) |
61-62 |
6 |
| While up the shrouds the sailor goes (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Come under my plaidy, the nights gaun to fa' (fl) |
63-66 |
6 |
| In the dead of the night when with labour opprest (fl) |
66-67 |
4 |
| O wat ya wha's in yob town (fl) |
67-68 |
2 |
| At Willy's wedding on the green (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| My dear Molly Mogg, yo're as soft as a bog (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| As thro' the grove the other day (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie [sic] (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
76-78 |
8 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart (fl) |
78-80 |
6 |
| Oh, where, and oh, where is your Highland laddie gone? (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
81 |
3 |
| Willie Wastle dwelt on Tweed (fl) |
82 |
4 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
83 |
3 |
| Lawland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
83-85 |
7 |
| Lasses fain wou'd hae frae me, The (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| Come cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer (fl) |
86-88 |
4 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
88-89 |
5 |
| Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers (fl) |
90 |
2 |
| 'Twas in the good ship Rover (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that looks so distant here (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| In the chariot of light, from the regions of day (fl) |
94-96 |
5 |
| Ere around the huge oak tree that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
96 |
3 |
| Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store, A (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
98-100 |
5 |
| While some for pleasure pawn their health (fl) |
100-101 |
2 |
| Behind yon hills where Stinchar flow'd (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| Ae day a braw wooer came doon the lang glen (fl) |
102-103 |
8 |
| You gentlemen of England (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
105-106 |
5 |
| Will ye gang o'er the lee-rig (fl) |
106 |
5 |
| Since times are so hard, I'll tell you my heart (fl) |
107-110 |
14 |
| There was three kings into the east (fl) |
110-112 |
15 |
| Wand'ring youth forgive, A (fl) |
112 |
1 |
| There's nought but care on every han' (fl) |
113 |
5 |
| As Murphy Delaney so funny and frisky (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
115-116 |
4 |
| My friends all declare that my time is misspent [sic] (fl) |
117 |
3 |
| Torn from my heart's delight, my lover (fl) |
117-118 |
1 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
118 |
4 |
| What! is there ill-news you're so sad, Robin Gray (fl) |
119-120 |
6 |
| Of all that strive to live and thrive (fl) |
121 |
4 |
| How blithe was I each morn to see (fl) |
122 |
3 |
| On Afric's wide plain where the lion loud roaring (fl) |
123-124 |
6 |
| Their groves o' sweet myrtles let foreign lands reckon (fl) |
125 |
4 |
| On Etrick banks, in a summer's night (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| My soger laddie is over the sea (fl) |
127 |
4 |
| From Roslin castle's echoing walls (fl) |
128 |
3 |
| When trees did bud, and fields were green (fl) |
129-130 |
4 |
| Our good man came hame at e'en (fl) |
130-134 |
24 |
| O Sandy! why leav'st thy Nelly to mourn? (fl) |
134-135 |
4 |
| I winna marry ony mon but Sandy o'er the lee (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Let the farmer praise his grounds, and the huntsman praise his hounds (fl) |
136-137 |
6 |
| Moon silver'd o'er the rough surge (fl) |
138-139 |
5 |
| Sure won't you hear what roaring chear [sic] (fl) |
139-141 |
6 |
| I am a jolly brisk pedlar (fl) |
141-142 |
6 |
| One evening as I rambl'd (fl) |
143-144 |
7 |
| Arise! arise! Columbia's sons arise! (fl) |
145-147 |
4 |
| My name it is Tom Tough, I've seen a little service [sic] (fl) |
147-149 |
4 |
| Tho' I'm now a very little lad (fl) |
149-151 |
6 |
| Sure won't you hear, What roaring cheer (fl) |
151-155 |
6 |
| Arratt, Captain Agra, I'm going to list (fl) |
155-157 |
10 |
| As I was a walking myself on the shore (fl) |
158-161 |
12 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
161-162 |
4 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
162-163 |
4 |
| Hounds are all out, and the morning does peep, The (fl) |
163 |
3 |
| Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
164-165 |
6 |
| Young Sandy woo's me e'er and late (fl) |
166 |
3 |
| Sailor boldly plows the deep, The (fl) |
167 |
3 |
| O wha's that at my chamber-door (fl) |
167-168 |
3 |
| Allur'd by the wealth which Columbia possess'd (fl) |
169-170 |
8 |
| Gin I had a wee house, and a canty wee fae (fl) |
171 |
4 |
| Meal was dear short syne, The (fl) |
172-174 |
7 |
| When Serjeant Belswagger, that masculine brute (fl) |
174-176 |
6 |
| When Yanko dear sight far away (fl) |
176 |
2 |
| Orra no talk, no say fine word (fl) |
177 |
2 |
| Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear (fl) |
177-178 |
2 |
| There's Ichabod has come to tawn [sic] (fl) |
178-181 |
10 |
| O rattlin', roarin' Willie (fl) |
181-182 |
3 |
| Ah, soldiers of Britain, your merciless doings (fl) |
182-185 |
12 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land (fl) |
186-187 |
4 |
| King Solomon, that wise projector (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O (fl) |
189-191 |
6 |
| Mourn! mourn Columbia, mourn your Chief! (fl) |
192 |
4 |
| One night I dream'd I lay most easy (fl) |
193-194 |
12 |
| Very night this young mans dream'd, The (fl) |
195-196 |
8 |
| In city, town, and village, my fancy oft has rov'd (fl) |
196-198 |
7 |
| Great William our renowned King (fl) |
198-203 |
31 |
| Fy let us a' to the bridal (fl) |
203-205 |
9 |
| Arise! arise! Britannia's sons arise (fl) |
206-208 |
4 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still (fl) |
208-210 |
4 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean (fl) |
210-211 |
3 |
| Hey! my kitten, a kitten (fl) |
211-213 |
5 |
| Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu (fl) |
213-214 |
5 |
| Maiden, look me in the face (fl) |
214-216 |
8 |
| Teach me, Chloe, how to prove (fl) |
216 |
4 |