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Page |
Verses |
| Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear (fl) |
3 |
3 |
| I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy (fl) |
4-5 |
5 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! (fl) |
5-6 |
9 |
| Begone, dull care, I prithee begone from me (fl) |
8 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
9 |
3 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
10-11 |
8 |
| Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| Loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| I sail'd in the good ship Kitty (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| When I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town (fl) |
14-16 |
6 |
| Last Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus shone clear (fl) |
16-17 |
6 |
| Meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, The (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| Sweet is the ship that, under sail (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| Plague of those musty old lubbers, A (fl) |
19-20 |
4 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| I was, d' ye see, a waterman (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| 'Twas past meridian half past four (fl) |
25-26 |
6 |
| When first miss Kitty came to town (fl) |
26-27 |
|
| Dear Tom, this brown jug, which now foams with mild ale (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| Oh think on my fate! once I freedom injoy'd [sic] (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Tuneful lavrocs cheer the grove, The (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| Come buy of poor Mary, primroses I sell (fl) |
33 |
4 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| In the world's crooked path where I have been (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| On Richmond hill there lives a lass (fl) |
35 |
4 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| For England when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Bird that hears her nestlings cry, The (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| How happily my life I led (fl) |
38 |
2 |
| When I've money I am merry (fl) |
39 |
3 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see (fl) |
40-41 |
4 |
| When I was at home, I was merry and frisky (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| From night till morn I take my glass (fl) |
43 |
2 |
| Amo amas (fl) |
44 |
3 |
| When first we hear the boatswain's bray (fl) |
46 |
4 |
| Topsails shiver in the wind, The (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
47 |
2 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
47-48 |
4 |
| Flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, A (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Bright Phebus has mounted the chariot of day [sic] (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
50-52 |
4 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| In storms, when clouds obscure the sky (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Lord! what care I for mam or dad (fl) |
54-55 |
5 |
| Ye virgins attend, believe me your friend (fl) |
55-56 |
5 |
| Could you to battle march away (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around (fl) |
58 |
3 |
| Taylor I once was as blithe as e'er need be, A (fl) |
59-60 |
6 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The (fl) |
60-61 |
6 |
| As Jemie Gay gang'd blithe his way (fl) |
61-62 |
4 |
| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids (fl) |
62-63 |
4 |
| Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design (fl) |
63 |
2 |
| Come now all ye social pow'rs (fl) |
64-65 |
5 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| Though I'm a very little lad (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Busy crew their sails unbending, The (fl) |
67 |
5 |
| Shepherds I have lost my love (fl) |
68 |
4 |
| Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Jolly mortals fill your glasses (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| One morning young Roger accosted me thus (fl) |
69-70 |
6 |
| Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile (fl) |
71 |
5 |
| Banish sorrow, grief, and folly (fl) |
72 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| What cheer my dear Poll---did'nt I tell you as how [sic] (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| At Totterdown-hill there dwelt an old pair (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| Rose-Tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
77-78 |
6 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Down the burn and through the mead (fl) |
80 |
3 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The (fl) |
81 |
4 |
| Blow cheerfully ye winds, till my Henry return (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain? (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other (fl) |
83 |
2 |
| When lovers are too daring grown (fl) |
84 |
3 |
| There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee (fl) |
85 |
4 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove (fl) |
86-87 |
4 |
| As you mean to set sail for the land of delight (fl) |
87 |
4 |
| I winna marry ona mon but Sandy o'er the lee (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair (fl) |
88-89 |
4 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| You gentlemen of England (fl) |
92-93 |
4 |
| O! listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| Come under my plaidy, the nights gaun to fa' (fl) |
94-95 |
12 |
| Oh! The moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
96 |
3 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
97-98 |
5 |
| Ma chere ami, my charming fair (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| Hail Columbia! happy land (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing (fl) |
102-103 |
6 |
| Dear Kathleen, you, no doubt (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
104-105 |
3 |
| Mason's daughter, fair and young, A (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| Dame nature one day in a comical mood (fl) |
106-108 |
3 |
| Adieu! adieu! my only life (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars (fl) |
109-111 |
10 |
| We bipeds made up of frail clay (fl) |
111-112 |
4 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant so jolly (fl) |
112-114 |
4 |
| Sun from the east tips the mountains with gold, The (fl) |
114-115 |
5 |
| Ladies all can best approve, The (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| Leave, neighbors, your work, and to sport and to play (fl) |
116-117 |
5 |
| There's nought but care on every han' (fl) |
118 |
5 |
| When I think on this warld's pelf [sic] (fl) |
119 |
4 |
| Honor let the soldier chuse (fl) |
119-120 |
4 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
120 |
4 |
| Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A (fl) |
121 |
6 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
122-124 |
9 |
| Wind blew hard, the sea ran high, The (fl) |
125-126 |
6 |
| From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
127 |
2 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be (fl) |
128 |
4 |
| Fill your glasses, banish grief (fl) |
129-130 |
4 |
| Four and twenty fiddlers all in a row (fl) |
130-131 |
10 |
| How happy the soldier who lives on his pay (fl) |
132 |
3 |
| Farewel ye groves, and chrystal fountains (fl) |
132 |
2 |
| In a mouldring cave where the wretched retreat (fl) |
133-134 |
4 |
| Guardian angels now protect me (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| When lav'rocs sweet and yellow broom (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Come all you pretty maidens, some older some younger (fl) |
136-137 |
5 |
| Go, tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies (fl) |
137 |
3 |
| Some women take delight in dress (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| Ye fair, possess'd of every charm (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
140 |
3 |