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Let Erin remember the days of old
Let him who sighs in sadness here

144
Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder

- 146
Love my Mary dwells with thee
Let the farmer praise his grounds -

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Let amorous bards in verse sublime -

205
Let topers drain the flowing bowl -

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Love wandering through the rain - - 259
Let others breathe the melting sigh

265
Low waved the summer woods, and green

280

Marseilles Hymn

. - - - 36

Murun to the battle field - - - 39

My bonnie lass now turn to me

- 54

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale -

My thoughts delight to wander

. 92

My darling, says Pat to his spouse on his lap 111

Mulroony's my name, I'm a comical boy - 113

Merry gipsies ali are we - -

189

• Mr Dip-tallow-cha ndler and dealer in fat - 209

Major Macpherson "eay'd a sigh -

216

My merry gentle people pray

226

Mrs Waddle was a widowi. - - 236

Meet me by moonlight alone

248

Mid pleasures and palaces 'tho' we may roam 268

led Grogan dear joy was the son of his mother 108
Now the rage of battle ended

- 140

Not a drum was heard not a funeral note -

Now where so fast, a young man said - - 265

0! say can you see by the dawn's early light

*Oh! welcome warrior to the soil

Oh! saw ye the lass with the bonny blue e'en 52
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west - 73
Och! love is the soul of a nate Irishman - S 107
Oh! when I breathed a last adieu - .- 112
Oh what can compare to the huntsman's - 119
One night 'twas at sea in the midst of a storm 131,

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Our country is our ship d'ye see

One night came on a hurricane

Our bugles sang truce for the night cloud

Of all the guests a landlord sees ,

Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule

Old Flam was a lawyer so grim-

Over port, pipe, or snuff box

One morn whilst I was brewing

Oh listen a while to poor Dickey Scragg

Oh, no! we never mention her

Oh, yes! I love to mention her

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Oh! think not I am false as air

Oh! say not woman's love is bought

Oft in the stilly night

Oh! slumber my darling

Oh, swiftly glides the bonny sleigh

Our cot was shelter'd by a wood

Oh, softly sleep my baby boy

Pardon now the bold outlaw .

Poor Joe the Marine

Poor Savage compared a lost friend to the

Poor Joe the miller lov'd good ale -

Pale faces stand by

Pat fell sick upon a time

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch

See Decatur, our hero, returns to the West -

; Should auld acquaintance be forgot, (Lafayette)

Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled -
Strike up! strike up! Scottish minstrels -
Sound Pibroch sound, on each flame-litghed scaur
Silent, Oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water
Swift from the covert the merry pack fled -
Stand to your guns my hearts of oak -
Sound the alarm! the foe is come
See our oars with feather'd spray
Sleep gentle lady,

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Sweet the hour when freed from labor - 183
See yonder cornfield

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Said a Fox to a Goose - -
She is far from the land where her you

271
Soon as the sun his early ray

300
She walks in beauty like the night -

303

Sweetly on the wings of morning

310

The breaking waves dash'd high

'Twas autumn and round me the leaves were

To the sages who spoke, to the heroes who bled

The Hunters of Kentucky - -

49

The moon was fair, the skies were clear

46

The sun has gone down o'er the lofty Benlomond 49

There's news from Moidart cam' yestreen -

Tell me are ye sleepin' Maggie-

This love how it plagues me young Ellen

The lovely moon had clim'd the hill

'Twas summer and softly the breezes were blowing 66

'Twas Paddy O'Flannagan set out one morning

'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen

98

There's an isle clasp'd by waves -

101

This bleak and chilly morning -

115

The gray eye of morning was dear to my youth 120

The sun from the east tips the mountains

121

To the chase, to the chase - -

122

The bright rosy morning

124

The sailor he fears not the roar of the seas - 128

The gallant ship was under weigh

- 135

The ship was now in sight of land

136

The Sailor sighs as sinks his native shore - 137

The wind blew a blast from the northward - 139

Thou art gone from thy lover

- 142

The boatswain pipes all hands on board - 149

The sparkling liquor fills the glass

- 150

The moon on the ocean was dimm’d by a ripple 151

'Twas one morn when the wind from the northward152

'Twas the girl that Will Watch the bold smuggler 154

186

Tom Starboard was a lover true

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Thy cruise is over now ..

The moon was beaming silver bright

The minstrel boy to the war is gone

Though I am now a very little lad

The soldier knows that every ball

They have donn’d their scarlet garb

Thou art come from the spirit's land

'Twas you, sir, 'twas you sir - .

The chough and crow - - -

The glasses sparkle on the board -

The wealthy fool with gold in store

There was a merry widow, and she was very fat

The sky with clouds was overcast - -

The lamps are faintly gleaming love . -

To set up a village with tackle for tillage -

The kiss dear maid thy lips have left-

To sigh yet feel no pain

Though dimpled cheeks may give the light

Thou art mine, rose of love

The shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain

Thine am I my faithful fair-

The scene was more beautiful far to my

This world is all a fleeting show

To the mountain's wild echo -

There is a bloom that never fades

The minstrel's returned from the war

The banners wav'd on the castle walls

That strain proclaims my lover near

"Tis said the joys which childhood knows

The night was dark the winds blew loud -

The sea, the sea, the open sea

The day beam is over the sea

'Tis night where strays my muleteer -

'Twas on a cliff whose rocky base -

The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day

They bore him from his barren shore

'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound : -

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123

Unkennel, uncouple the hounds

126

Upon the hill he turned to take a last fond look 175

Welcome! welcome! Lafayette -

When wild war's deadly blast was blown

67

Was not Patrick O'Lilt sure a broth of a lad

When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice 95

When a man that's in service is out of employ 105

When morning light is gently breaking

117

While the hunter o'er the mountain

118

When Sol from the east had illumin’d

When morn 'twixt mountain and the sky

125

When first he left his native shore

134

When a boy Harry Bluff -

143

When the drum beats to arms

148

Whether sailor or not for a moment avast

156

Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam

178

Within this shelter'd mossy dell - - 191

We roam through the forest and over the mountain 191

With my pipe in one hand and my jug in the other 193

Wine, wine is alone the brisk fountain of mirth 203

William and Jonathan

225

When I was unmarried alone did I roam-

235

Who bang'd my eyes and crack'd my snout 239

When in death I shall quiet be found

243

Where are you going my pretty maid

250

What a luckless wight am I

-

259

Will you come to the bower -

261

When absent from her whom my soul

264

When William Tell was doom'd to die

269

Why, oh why, my heart this sadness

296

Where as dewy twilight lingers

302

Ye sons of freedom wake to glory -

Ye gentlemen and ladies fair -

Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon

Young Jamie lov'd me weel, and ask'd me

60

Ye banks and braes and streams around

74

Young Ben he was a nice young man :

222