The American Musical Miscellany: a collection of the newest and most approved songs, set to music

Publisher: Printed by Andrew Wright for Daniel Wright and Co., Northampton, Mass., 1798
Language: English
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1I that once was a ploughmanPage Scan
2A sailor's life's a life of woePage Scan
3The spring time returnsPage Scan
4The dusky night rides down the skyPage Scan
5Says Plato, why should man be vain?Page Scan
6The dusky night rides down the skyPage Scan
7O! thou lov'd country, where my youth was spentPage Scan
8Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom BowlingPage Scan
9Never till now I knew love's smartPage Scan
10'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowingPage Scan
11The heavy hours are almost pastPage Scan
12Come now all ye social pow'rsPage Scan
13To Batchelors hall we good fellows invitePage Scan
14Too soon my dearest SophiaPage Scan
15Awful Hero, Marlb'ro' rise!Page Scan
16The fields were green, the hills were gayPage Scan
17Cease, Rude Boreas, blustering railerPage Scan
18A plague of those musty old tubbersPage Scan
19Go patter to lubbers and swabsPage Scan
20To ease his heart, and own his flamePage Scan
21Little insect that on highPage Scan
22Oh think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'dPage Scan
23Her sheep had in clustersPage Scan
24When bidden to the wake or fairPage Scan
25The day is departedPage Scan
26Ah why must words my flame reveal?Page Scan
27When first I slipp'd my leading stringsPage Scan
28'Twas past meridian half past fourPage Scan
29'Twas near a thickets calm retreatPage Scan
30When thirst of gold enslaves the mindPage Scan
31Attention pray give, while of hobbies I singPage Scan
32Ah Delia see the fatal hourPage Scan
33To my muse give attentionPage Scan
34Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of dayPage Scan
35Tho' oft we meet severe distressPage Scan
36Diogenes furly and proudPage Scan
37When first the Sun o'er Ocean glow'dPage Scan
38My friends all declare that my time is mispentPage Scan
39Anacreon they say was a jolly old bladePage Scan
40There was a jolly miller oncePage Scan
41On sturdy stout Dobbin I mountedPage Scan
42The sun sets at nightPage Scan
43How happy the soldier who lives on his payPage Scan
44The meadows look cheerfulPage Scan
45Adieu, adieu, my only lifePage Scan
46'Twas Saturday night, the twinkling starsPage Scan
47Hail! America hail! unrival'd in FamePage Scan
48Fresh and strong the breeze is blowingPage Scan
49As on a lonely hill I stray'dPage Scan
50Come all ye sons of songPage Scan
51Now let rich music soundPage Scan
52Poll, dang'it, how d'ye do?Page Scan
53Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jollyPage Scan
54For England when with fav'ring galePage Scan
55'Tis done! the edict pastPage Scan
56Though distant far from Jessy's charmsPage Scan
57Come rouse, brother sportsmanPage Scan
58See the course throng'd with gazersPage Scan
59Let ev'ry Pagan muse be gonePage Scan
60When first I saw thee, Graceful MovePage Scan
61When faries trip round the gay greenPage Scan
62How blest has my time beenPage Scan
63When my fortune does frownPage Scan
65O'er barren hills, and flow'ry dalesPage Scan
66From place to place I travers'd longPage Scan
67Was I reduc'd to beg my breadPage Scan
68Forever, Fortune wilt thou provePage Scan
69As t'other day in harmless chatPage Scan
70Cease ye fountains, cease to murmurPage Scan
71The streamlet that flow'd round her cotPage Scan
72As Cupid in a garden stray'dPage Scan
73Forbear my friends, forbear and ask no morePage Scan
74Well met my loving friends of artPage Scan
75Hark! notes melodious fill the skies!Page Scan
76The moon had climb'd the highest hillPage Scan
77Return enraptur'd hoursPage Scan
78Dear Nancy I've sail'd the worldPage Scan
79Come loose ev'ry sail to he breezePage Scan
80At the close of the dayPage Scan
81Columbia, Columbia, to glory arisePage Scan
82Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have foughtPage Scan
83Leander on the bay of HellespontPage Scan
84Young Myra is fairPage Scan
85Encompass'd in an angels framePage Scan
86What sorrowful sounds do I hearPage Scan
87'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh townPage Scan
88Peaceful slumb'ring on the OceanPage Scan
89Come buy of poor KatePage Scan
90Bright Sol at lengthPage Scan
91Why should our joys transform to pain?Page Scan
92How brimful of nothing's the life of a beauPage Scan
93Rise, my Delia, heav'nly charmerPage Scan
94Friendship to ev'ry willing mindPage Scan
95ever so white, As the sweet little girlPage Scan
96'Twas when the seas were roaring With hollowPage Scan
97Hark, the din of distant warPage Scan
98Oh! say simple maidPage Scan
99Tom Tackle was noblePage Scan
100The cheek enros'd with crimson dyePage Scan
101If ever a sailor was fond of good sportPage Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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