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INDEX.

SONGS.

PAGR.
A BEGGAR I am, of low degree ( comic)

15
Adieu, my native land, adieu!

16
A song to the Oak, the brave old Oak

19
All in the garden of beauty there grows

24
Away with melancholy

52
Away, away to the mountain's brow

55
Adieu! adien !--my native shore

60
A hermit that dwells in these solitudes crossd me 84
All in the Downs the fieet was moor’d..

85
A very little man, very · how came you so' (comie) 94
At the peaceful midnight hour

114
A glass is good, and a lass is good

127
And has she then fail'd in her truth..

133
An old man would be wooing..

135
A tale I tell now without any flam (comic)

139
And did you ne'er hear of a jolly young waterman 148
As pensive Chloe walk'd alone
A landlady of France, she lov'd an officer, &c. (comic) 177
A traveller stopped at a widow's gate ( comic)

180
A blessing unknown to ambition and pride

195
A curious tale I now will disclose ( comic).

229
A clod-hopping country clown (comic)

234
A famous man was Robin Hood

251
And are you sure the news is true?.

259
At the dead of the night, when by whiskey, &c. (comic) 264
And has she discharged the sweet youth (comic) 273
Adoo and farewell to this wile smoky town (comic) 278
Alas! the battle's lost and won ....

287
A song I'll sing,-a regʻlar joker (comic)

289
Ah why did I gather this delicate flower

296

161

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A weary lot is thine, fair maid

304
A belle and beau would walking go (comic)

306
As Kate and I down in the glade.

314
At the Baron of Mowbray's gate was seen

321
A bumper of good liquor....

336
And ye shall walk in silk attire

350
Again the balmy zeplıyr blows

339
Amid the myrtles as I walk

373
Anna, thy charms my bosom fires..

383
Behold the Britannia ! how stately and brave

18
Behold how brightly breaks the morning

29
Be mine, dear maid ; my faithful heart

60
Begone, dull care, I pry'thee begone from me

91
By the gaily circling glass

93
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 101
Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learn'd a bit to row 109
Bright are the beams of the morning sky

114
By the margin of fair Zurich's waters

116
Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn

156
Britannia's name from age to age

170
Britannia, musing o'er the deed..

172
Buy a broom! buy a broom!..

196
Bold Robin IIood was a forester good..
Beloved of my soul, though this moment is bringing 263
Blow gentle gales, and on your wing

263
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

318
Brisk wine and lovely women are

382
By silver streains and tuneiul groves

384

223

17
36
36
68
84
104

132

Cease your funning
Come now all ye social powers
Care, thou canker of our joys..
Child of earth with golden hair
Come where the aspens quiver
Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy
Come landlord, fill a flowing howl...
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer...
Contented I sit with my pint and my pipe.
Come listen to a whimmy chant ( comic)
Canst thou love me, Mary
Come love, I pray don't say nay
Can you to the battle march away
Cherry ripe, ripe, I cry
Cease, cease; those sighs I cannot bear

182
193
201
238
276
294
295
302

PAGS.
331
341
347

Come, come, my jolly lads, the winds abaft
Comfort, damsel, why that sigh!
Come, shining forth, my dearest
Day has gone down on the Baltic's broad billow
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Dame Durden kept five serving girls.
Do you ever think of me, love ?.
Deserted by the waning moon..
Draw the sword, Scotland! Scotland! Scotland !
Do you ever think on me, Peg? (comic)
Dick Friz was a barber's man (comic).
Dear maid of my soul, should I perish
Deeply still, without a motion
Dear object of defeated care .....
Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill
Excuse, Sir, my confusion
Eyes ! living crystals, straind with thought
Economy is now the rage (comic).
Eliza was the loveliest maid
Each sorrow repelling

38
47
74
80
131
196
267
277
350
360
379

36
171
175
218
242
362

Far over land, far over wave
Farewell! in despair
For England when with fav’ring gale
Follow, follow, over mountain
Fly care to the winds, thus I blow thee away
Faint as tolls the evening chime...
Farewell my dearest Nancy..
Fill the bowl with streams of pleasure..
Forget thee!--in my banquet hall..
Fare thee well, and if for ever
Forget me not--forget me not
Flow on thou shining river.
Fair Ellen like a lily grew
Far, far from me my lover flies
From distant climes a Troubadour

54
95
96
98
153
155
170
235
266
274
308
328
334
348
354

Gaily still my moments roll..
Gaily the Troubadour touch'd his guitar.
Go lover false! go man, unkind..
Glowing with love, on fire for fame
God save our gracious Queen..
Gentle Zitella whither away .....

28
42
90
115
124
187

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PAGR.
223

282
311

358
384

Good bye, my love, good bye.
Gaily sounds the Castinet
Go, brightest of the flowery race
Green grow the rashes, o
Give me then life's largest cup
How stands the glass around
Here's the bow'r she lov'd so much
Hail to thee! England, blest isle of the ocean
Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling
He that will not merry merry be
How sweet at close of silent eve..
Hurrah o'er Hounslow Heath to roam..
Hail smiling morn, that tips the hills with gold
Here's a health to them that's awa'
He leap'd into his boat as it lay upon the strand.
Here's a health to all good lasses
How gladly, how merrily we ride along the sea..
Hark, the bonnie Christ Church bells
He's all his agent painted him (comic)
He comes from the wars, from the red field of fight
He's gone, and I shall never see
Howl not, ye winds, o'er the tomb of the brave
Hey the bonnie, ho the bonnie
Hark! the hollow woods resounding.
Had I a heart for falsehood framed
How sweet is the breeze at eve's modest hour
How oft without or help or guide
How happy could I be with either
His white plume o'er the mountain streams
Her mouth with a smile
He was fam'd for deeds of arms
Hark! 'tis the Indian drum

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18
45
50
51
58
79
81
89
100
107
117
137
161
167
173

.. 193

194
.. 112

263
271
308
326
359
368
371
375
381

I saw thee weep, the big bright tear..
If pity dwell within your breast......
I remember, I remember...
I've po sheep on the mountains, nor boat on the lake
I give thee all, I can no more.
If any so wise is, that he sack despises
I have pluck'd the fairest flower, I have dream'd, &c.
I dreamt last night of our earlier days..
Is there a heart that never lov'd
I knew a Sicilian maid ....
I am a friar of orders grey ......

10
20
25
28
32
35
40

47
72
76

PAGR.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower

82
In the day when we went gipsying

88
In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining.
I've wander'd through that Indian land

138
If you listen to me I will sing of a spree (comic)...... 142
It is not for thine eye of blue....

155
It is the lady of Kienast Tower, of love she will not hear 158
I love to see the flowing bowl....

180
In the night, when the watch-light beside him was, &c. 181
If love's dream be o'er

184
I knew by the noise that I hear'd all around (comic).. 190
I've rov'd afar thro' summer climes

233
If a body meet a body comin' thro' the rye

247
I'm owre young, I'm owie young

248
In my cottage near a wood

261
I'll come to thee when evening grey

275
I heard thy fate without a tear

275
I came from ole Kentucky (comic)

279
I knew by the smoke that so gracefuliy curl'd

282
I greased my brogues, and cut my stick (comic)

283
I've been roaming, I've been roaming

288
If after all you still would doubt and fear me

290
If I had a donkey wot would'nt go (comic)

291
l'ze a Yorkshireman just come to town (comic)

292
I saw a village maiden stray

295
In Cheapside there liv'd a marchant ('comica.

296
In storms when clouds obscure the sky

300
I've been shopping, I've been shopping (comic)

303
In Britain, the soil which true ļiberty yields
I am the laughing-stock of all (comic)..

309
I saw her at the fancy fair

315
I'll sing you a good old song

322
I'll sing you a prime new song

324
I lock'd up all my treasure

334
I love the hills, my native hills

343
I whispered her a last adieu

345
I'm Paddy Whack, of Ballyhack (comic)

355
I knew by the smoke that so greasetuily curl'd (comic) 359
I wish I were where Helen lies

367
I'm a tough true-hearted sailor
If not with thee I'm blest...

372
In thee I bear so dear a part
If I had a beau for a soldier would go..

374

... 307

... 369

... 373

John Jones was a farmer, and highly respectable (comic) 245

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