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1 | I that once was a ploughman | | | | | | | |
2 | A sailor's life's a life of woe | | | | | | | |
3 | The spring time returns | | | | | | | |
4 | The dusky night rides down the sky | | | | | | | |
5 | Says Plato, why should man be vain? | | | | | | | |
6 | The dusky night rides down the sky | | | | | | | |
7 | O! thou lov'd country, where my youth was spent | | | | | | | |
8 | Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling | | | | | | | |
9 | Never till now I knew love's smart | | | | | | | |
10 | 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing | | | | | | | |
11 | The heavy hours are almost past | | | | | | | |
12 | Come now all ye social pow'rs | | | | | | | |
13 | To Batchelors hall we good fellows invite | | | | | | | |
14 | Too soon my dearest Sophia | | | | | | | |
15 | Awful Hero, Marlb'ro' rise! | | | | | | | |
16 | The fields were green, the hills were gay | | | | | | | |
17 | Cease, Rude Boreas, blustering railer | | | | | | | |
18 | A plague of those musty old tubbers | | | | | | | |
19 | Go patter to lubbers and swabs | | | | | | | |
20 | To ease his heart, and own his flame | | | | | | | |
21 | Little insect that on high | | | | | | | |
22 | Oh think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd | | | | | | | |
23 | Her sheep had in clusters | | | | | | | |
24 | When bidden to the wake or fair | | | | | | | |
25 | The day is departed | | | | | | | |
26 | Ah why must words my flame reveal? | | | | | | | |
27 | When first I slipp'd my leading strings | | | | | | | |
28 | 'Twas past meridian half past four | | | | | | | |
29 | 'Twas near a thickets calm retreat | | | | | | | |
30 | When thirst of gold enslaves the mind | | | | | | | |
31 | Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing | | | | | | | |
32 | Ah Delia see the fatal hour | | | | | | | |
33 | To my muse give attention | | | | | | | |
34 | Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day | | | | | | | |
35 | Tho' oft we meet severe distress | | | | | | | |
36 | Diogenes furly and proud | | | | | | | |
37 | When first the Sun o'er Ocean glow'd | | | | | | | |
38 | My friends all declare that my time is mispent | | | | | | | |
39 | Anacreon they say was a jolly old blade | | | | | | | |
40 | There was a jolly miller once | | | | | | | |
41 | On sturdy stout Dobbin I mounted | | | | | | | |
42 | The sun sets at night | | | | | | | |
43 | How happy the soldier who lives on his pay | | | | | | | |
44 | The meadows look cheerful | | | | | | | |
45 | Adieu, adieu, my only life | | | | | | | |
46 | 'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling stars | | | | | | | |
47 | Hail! America hail! unrival'd in Fame | | | | | | | |
48 | Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing | | | | | | | |
49 | As on a lonely hill I stray'd | | | | | | | |
50 | Come all ye sons of song | | | | | | | |
51 | Now let rich music sound | | | | | | | |
52 | Poll, dang'it, how d'ye do? | | | | | | | |
53 | Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly | | | | | | | |
54 | For England when with fav'ring gale | | | | | | | |
55 | 'Tis done! the edict past | | | | | | | |
56 | Though distant far from Jessy's charms | | | | | | | |
57 | Come rouse, brother sportsman | | | | | | | |
58 | See the course throng'd with gazers | | | | | | | |
59 | Let ev'ry Pagan muse be gone | | | | | | | |
60 | When first I saw thee, Graceful Move | | | | | | | |
61 | When faries trip round the gay green | | | | | | | |
62 | How blest has my time been | | | | | | | |
63 | When my fortune does frown | | | | | | | |
65 | O'er barren hills, and flow'ry dales | | | | | | | |
66 | From place to place I travers'd long | | | | | | | |
67 | Was I reduc'd to beg my bread | | | | | | | |
68 | Forever, Fortune wilt thou prove | | | | | | | |
69 | As t'other day in harmless chat | | | | | | | |
70 | Cease ye fountains, cease to murmur | | | | | | | |
71 | The streamlet that flow'd round her cot | | | | | | | |
72 | As Cupid in a garden stray'd | | | | | | | |
73 | Forbear my friends, forbear and ask no more | | | | | | | |
74 | Well met my loving friends of art | | | | | | | |
75 | Hark! notes melodious fill the skies! | | | | | | | |
76 | The moon had climb'd the highest hill | | | | | | | |
77 | Return enraptur'd hours | | | | | | | |
78 | Dear Nancy I've sail'd the world | | | | | | | |
79 | Come loose ev'ry sail to he breeze | | | | | | | |
80 | At the close of the day | | | | | | | |
81 | Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise | | | | | | | |
82 | Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought | | | | | | | |
83 | Leander on the bay of Hellespont | | | | | | | |
84 | Young Myra is fair | | | | | | | |
85 | Encompass'd in an angels frame | | | | | | | |
86 | What sorrowful sounds do I hear | | | | | | | |
87 | 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town | | | | | | | |
88 | Peaceful slumb'ring on the Ocean | | | | | | | |
89 | Come buy of poor Kate | | | | | | | |
90 | Bright Sol at length | | | | | | | |
91 | Why should our joys transform to pain? | | | | | | | |
92 | How brimful of nothing's the life of a beau | | | | | | | |
93 | Rise, my Delia, heav'nly charmer | | | | | | | |
94 | Friendship to ev'ry willing mind | | | | | | | |
95 | ever so white, As the sweet little girl | | | | | | | |
96 | 'Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow | | | | | | | |
97 | Hark, the din of distant war | | | | | | | |
98 | Oh! say simple maid | | | | | | | |
99 | Tom Tackle was noble | | | | | | | |
100 | The cheek enros'd with crimson dye | | | | | | | |
101 | If ever a sailor was fond of good sport | | | | | | | |