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| Wake, Columbians! wake thy lyre (fl) |
1-2 |
7 |
| Columbians arise! let the cannons resound (fl) |
2-3 |
4 |
| For ever remember'd be the gallant story (fl) |
3 |
3 |
| Oh, weep for the hour (fl) |
4 |
8 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
4 |
6 |
| How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| When Folly's shrine attracts the fair (fl) |
5 |
1 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
6 |
5 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
7 |
3 |
| Tho love is warm awhile, soon it grows cold (fl) |
7 |
2 |
| Judy leads me such a life (fl) |
8 |
3 |
| Oh! say, can you see by the dawn's early light (fl) |
9 |
4 |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
10 |
3 |
| O, fair rose the morning, the sun in mild splendour (fl) |
10 |
2 |
| Back side of Albany tan Lake Champlain (fl) |
11 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
12-13 |
8 |
| Tom Truelove woo'd the sweetest fair (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
14 |
2 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
14 |
4 |
| 'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in' (fl) |
15 |
5 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| With a dozen thirteens in a nice paper bag (fl) |
17 |
5 |
| We'll breathe not a kiss to the tell-tale air (fl) |
18 |
3 |
| To a shady retreat, fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| O lady, twine no wreath for me (fl) |
19 |
5 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
20 |
3 |
| Take, oh! take those lips away (fl) |
20 |
2 |
| Wave of old Ocean's the field for the brave, The (fl) |
21 |
4 |
| I'm a jolly Yankey tar (fl) |
22-23 |
4 |
| Loose ev'ry sail to the breeze (fl) |
23 |
4 |
| Sweet Isor, were thy sunny realm (fl) |
24 |
4 |
| When people call'd poets, in blank verse or rhyme (fl) |
24 |
5 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brightened (fl) |
25 |
4 |
| Avast, honest Jack! now before you get mellow (fl) |
26-27 |
16 |
| 'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen (fl) |
28-29 |
6 |
| Why does love so resemble an Irish potato? (fl) |
29 |
1 |
| Come, come bonny lassie, cried Sandy ,awa' (fl) |
30 |
6 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
30 |
3 |
| What's this dull town to me? (fl) |
31 |
3 |
| Fairest maid on Devon banks (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| Sam Splice'em, d'ye mind, is one of those boys (fl) |
32 |
4 |
| Moon was beaming silver bright, The (fl) |
33 |
3 |
| Of friendship they talk---is a friend to be found? (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| 'Twas noon, and the reapers reposed on the bank (fl) |
34 |
3 |
| Twas night, and the warchmen repos'd on the ground (fl) |
35 |
3 |
| In that cottage my father long dwelt (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| If love, as they say, be the solace of youth (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| I'm Marian Ramsay, from Scotland I come (fl) |
36 |
3 |
| 'Twas autumn, and round me the leaves were descending (fl) |
37 |
5 |
| Landlady of France she loved an officer, 'tis said, A (fl) |
38 |
4 |
| Thimble's scolding wife lay dead (fl) |
38 |
4 |
| Scots, wha hae w' Wallace bled (fl) |
39 |
6 |
| Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays (fl) |
39 |
4 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
40 |
2 |
| Oh, think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| O, think on my fate! once I credit enjoy'd (fl) |
41 |
3 |
| Oh, say not a woman's heart is bought (fl) |
41 |
2 |
| My name d' ye see's Tom Tough, I've seen a little service (fl) |
42 |
4 |
| Whenever a lad, that's good humour'd and free (fl) |
43 |
4 |
| Wilt thou say farewell, love, and from Rosa part (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| Captain bold in Halifax, A (fl) |
44 |
4 |
| No more of your blathering nonsense (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| There was an old maiden of seventy-six (fl) |
46 |
3 |
| Far remov'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
47 |
5 |
| How blest the life a sailor leads (fl) |
48 |
3 |
| With a friend, and a wife, the first blessings of life (fl) |
48 |
1 |
| Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought (fl) |
49-50 |
9 |
| Tell her I'll love her, while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
50 |
2 |
| And has she then fail'd in her truth (fl) |
51 |
1 |
| And did I upbraid, you my love? (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| When the warrior returns from the battle afar (fl) |
52 |
5 |
| Ah! what is the bosom's commotion (fl) |
53 |
2 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
53 |
4 |
| 'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly (fl) |
54 |
5 |
| When I gaz'd on a beautiful face (fl) |
55 |
2 |
| Here mark a poor desolate maid (fl) |
55 |
2 |
| As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| Last night the dogs did bark (fl) |
56 |
5 |
| Tom Gobble was a grocer's son (fl) |
57 |
6 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly (fl) |
58 |
4 |
| Morn unbars the gates of light, The (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The (fl) |
59 |
5 |
| Adieu, a heart-warm, fond adieu (fl) |
60 |
5 |
| For England, when, with fav'ring gale (fl) |
61 |
4 |
| Then, farewell my trim-built wherry (fl) |
61 |
3 |
| With a merry tale (fl) |
62 |
3 |
| How happily my life I led (fl) |
62 |
1 |
| Hibernia's tears for ever flow (fl) |
63 |
2 |
| Come live with me, and be my love (fl) |
63 |
6 |
| If all the world and love were young (fl) |
90 |
6 |
| Flowers of the forest in spring-time were gay, The (fl) |
64 |
3 |
| When first infant Liberty dropt upon earth (fl) |
65 |
4 |
| Irishman carries his heart in his hand, The (fl) |
65 |
6 |
| Love's blind, they say, oh, never, nay (fl) |
66 |
2 |
| Go, lovely Rose! (fl) |
66 |
4 |
| Glasses sparkle on the board, The (fl) |
66 |
3 |
| Whilst I'm at the tavern quaffing (fl) |
67 |
4 |
| While the lads in the village shall merrily, ah! (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| When in death I shall calmly recline (fl) |
68 |
3 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
69 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| O, love is the soul of a neat Irishman (fl) |
70 |
4 |
| She vow'd, she swore, she wad be mine (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
72 |
5 |
| Lottery now shall be my theme, The (fl) |
73 |
4 |
| Hail Columbia! happy Land (fl) |
74 |
4 |
| Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing (fl) |
75 |
8 |
| Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn (fl) |
76 |
3 |
| Hark! the goddess Diana calls out for the chase (fl) |
76 |
2 |
| Say, soldier, which of glory's charms (fl) |
77 |
2 |
| Sons of Freedom! hear my story (fl) |
77 |
2 |
| How sweet, charming nymph, was that soft melting sigh (fl) |
78 |
4 |
| Sigh of the west-wind breath'd gratefully by, The (fl) |
78 |
5 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer (fl) |
79-80 |
9 |
| Torn from my heart's delight my lover (fl) |
80 |
1 |
| Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a wiping (fl) |
81 |
4 |
| From her, alas! whose smile was love (fl) |
81 |
4 |
| Warlike mother Caesar had (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures (fl) |
82 |
2 |
| I pry'thee give me back my heart (fl) |
83 |
2 |
| Let others breathe the melting sigh (fl) |
83 |
2 |
| Columbia, how bright is the fresh blooming wreath (fl) |
84 |
4 |
| When rous'd by invasion of all we hold dear (fl) |
84 |
2 |
| Come, strike the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling (fl) |
85 |
4 |
| Arise, arise, Columbia's sons arise! (fl) |
86 |
3 |
| Will you come to the bower I have shaded for you (fl) |
87 |
4 |
| "Good night! good night!" and is it so? (fl) |
87 |
3 |
| O, say, my flatt'ring heart (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| Oh! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
88 |
3 |
| When I from dear Ireland first took my leave (fl) |
89 |
4 |
| While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you (fl) |
90 |
4 |
| Gale was propitious, all canvass was spread, The (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| When the trumpet's loud cry (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| Soldier slumb'ring after war, The (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| 'Twas Pat of Londonderry (fl) |
93 |
4 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
94 |
2 |
| Knight was belov'd by a baroness fair, A (fl) |
94 |
4 |
| I was born one day when my mother was out (fl) |
95 |
8 |
| Just like hope, this magic toy (fl) |
96 |
4 |
| Tho' sacred the flame which our country entwineth (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| Hail! the season of joy and festivity (fl) |
97 |
5 |
| I need not tell you (fl) |
98-100 |
11 |
| Hallow'd the birth day of liberty's nation (fl) |
100 |
2 |
| Now freemen cheer up, Merry Christmas is near (fl) |
101 |
5 |
| Dear maid, should I never return (fl) |
101 |
2 |
| They may rant of their costume and brilliant head dresses (fl) |
102 |
4 |
| John Bull built on Lake Erie great sloops, big as whales (fl) |
103 |
5 |
| Oh, long shall I think of the miller's fair daughter (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| Despair in her wild eye, a daughter of Erin (fl) |
104 |
3 |
| Let him who sighs in sadness, here (fl) |
105 |
3 |
| Thus for men the women fair (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| By the side of a murmuring stream (fl) |
106 |
6 |
| When verdant fields their sweets disclose (fl) |
106 |
3 |
| Hark! Hark, the joy inspiring horn (fl) |
107 |
4 |
| At morning dawn the Hunters rise (fl) |
107 |
3 |
| Hail! to the chief, who in triumph advances (fl) |
108 |
4 |
| I seriously now your attention encore (fl) |
109 |
7 |
| Last week I took a wife (fl) |
110 |
3 |
| O! Thimble's wife death's clipp'd the thread (fl) |
110 |
1 |
| Where Hudson's murmuring billows (fl) |
111 |
5 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested (fl) |
112 |
2 |
| Fair Celia had taken a dove from its nest (fl) |
113 |
2 |
| They tell us that Venus arose from the sea (fl) |
113 |
3 |
| Tom Starboard was a lover true (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| Wandering sailor ploughs the main, The (fl) |
114 |
3 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
115 |
3 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
115 |
2 |
| Down by the river there grows a green willow (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Oh! yes so well, so tenderly (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Sweet is every beaming ray (fl) |
117 |
3 |
| When the sighs of affection 'mid darkness appearing (fl) |
117 |
2 |
| Duncan Gray came here to woo (fl) |
118 |
5 |
| Young love once liv'd in a humble shed (fl) |
119 |
2 |
| Ah! can I e'er forget thee, love (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| Over the mountain, and over the moor (fl) |
120 |
3 |
| Life let us cherish, yet while the taper glows (fl) |
120 |
4 |
| Brave sons of the West, your deeds of renown (fl) |
121 |
5 |
| O'er the trident of Neptune Britannia had boasted (fl) |
122 |
4 |
| How plaintive the captive's sad sigh meets the breeze (fl) |
122 |
2 |
| Whether a sailor or not, for a moment avast (fl) |
123 |
3 |
| When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come (fl) |
123 |
2 |
| When Adam was station'd in Eden's fair bower (fl) |
124 |
8 |
| Bards of the Hudson may sing of the melon, The (fl) |
125 |
4 |
| Farewell ye groves, and chrystal fountains (fl) |
125 |
1 |
| O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
126 |
8 |
| As I strayed o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
127 |
6 |
| Rose had been wash'd---just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
128 |
5 |
| Oh, weep not, sweet maid, nor let sorrow oppress thee (fl) |
128 |
4 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
129 |
4 |
| When absent from her whom my soul holds most dear (fl) |
129 |
2 |
| Goddess of freedom borne down by oppression, The (fl) |
130 |
5 |
| Ah! tell me ye swains,have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
131 |
3 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
131 |
3 |
| Our Congress lately made a bank (fl) |
132 |
5 |
| John Bull for pastime took a prance (fl) |
133 |
5 |
| Potatoes grow at Limerick and Beef at Ballymore (fl) |
134 |
9 |
| Och! long life to the girls who revive without pother (fl) |
135 |
5 |
| 'Twas you, Sir, twas you Sir (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| Oh! blest was the hour (fl) |
136 |
4 |
| Echo, tell me while I wander (fl) |
136 |
3 |
| Ah! who is that, whose thrilling tones (fl) |
137 |
3 |
| O! come away! my soldier boy (fl) |
137 |
2 |
| Sir Jerry Go-Nimble was lame of a leg (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| I came from a land far away, far away (fl) |
139 |
2 |
| When women warm us (fl) |
140 |
5 |
| Young May moon is beaming, love, The (fl) |
140 |
2 |
| Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature (fl) |
141 |
4 |
| Fair Ellen like a lily grew (fl) |
141 |
2 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
142 |
3 |
| Fresh blows the gale, soon under way (fl) |
142 |
2 |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot (fl) |
143 |
5 |
| O my love's like the red, red rose (fl) |
143 |
2 |
| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
144 |
3 |
| Ma Chere Amie, my charming fair (fl) |
144 |
2 |