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'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town
He was famed for deeds of arms
When the forehead of Phoebus
Of wine, of rosy wine around
Ye winds and ye waves
The women all tell me I'm false
There lived a man in Balenocrazy When faithful lovers
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Sure am I a Hebrew man
The deil cam fiddling thro' our town
At Boston one day
A lass that was laden with care
In vain fond youth
In the world's crooked path
"Twas barber Tom one day
Hark, gentle Jane, the huntsman's
Vulcan, contrive me such a cap
What is life, a fickle ocean
Dear object of defeated care
Your slack jaw belay
A Highland laddie heard of war
In one thould'st variety find
Thou lingering star
Awake my love, the sun's
An Irish lad's a bonny boy
Let one draught of that claret
Shadows of beauty.
The martial pomp, the mournful strain
Thro' deserts we roam
When a ship is full
Sweet to the morning traveller
No more the trumpets martial
Around the face of blue-eyed Susan
Oh, the accents of love
Like Etna's dread Voleano
With spirits then Dickey
My mam is no more
A woodland life amid the hills
Hark away, 'tis the merry-toned horn
The pleasures of love
Ye landsmen and ye seamen
And did ye ne'er hear
Young Waterman
Receive, dear maid
Stand to your guns
When to lovely Woman's power
Oh, what a town, what a wonderful
Dear Erin, how sweetly
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen
When the drums beat to arms
Give me my good plough
Far from his native mountains
Her mouth with a smile
My darling says Pat
When the rosy morn appearing
Said a steak to a chop
Twas Saturday night
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn
Dear is my native vale
'Twas past meridian
Behold the man that is unlucky
Barney Bodkin broke his nose
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On Baltic billows rode our ship
And are ye sure the news
Upon a summer afternoon
Amo amas, I love a lass
Oh, what a row, what a rumpus
When I was but a tiny boy
See the course thronged with gazers
Come love, you little roguish
Cease, cease those sighs
Hark the goddess Diana
When first in Lunnun I arrived
As pensive Chloe
Why, fair maid, in every feature
I was born once at home
And ye shall walk in silk attire
Smile again my bonnie lassie
O Willie brew'd a peck
He comes from the wars
To a life free from gout
I have oftentimes thought it
As a grey badger
Zeno, Plato, Aristotle
Blooming Bacchus young
Oh, what can match the pleasure
On Olympus, high hill
On a bank of moss roses
Here's Doctor Mack no more enjoys
Come listen awhile to a joke
Lectured by Pa and Ma
Oh, Judy Magrath I am lying
Youth is nimble
The clouds that rest
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Ås blunders in Ireland
Love is a flower of mental
In slumber of midnight
Pulkawulka, the queen of the Amazons
Young Susan had lovers
My name d'ye see's Tom Tough
Here's to each jolly fellow
Our immortal's poet's page
Within this sheltered mossy dell
Giles Scroggin's courted Molly Brown
A traveller stopped at the widows
Along the mountains of the West
In the night, when the watch
Meet me by moonlight alone
Every mortal some favourite
When back to Munster
Oh, no, we never mention her
He was a knight of low degree
Our bugles sung truce
Not a drum was heard
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She's all my fancy painted her
Hurrah, o'er Hounslow Heath to roam
By the margin of fair Zurich's waters
Behold how brightly breaks
Ye banks and braes
There's auld Rob Morris
Do you ever think of me, love The grey dawn of morning .. Gentle Zitella
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Child of the earth with the golden hair
Here in cool grot and mossy cell
I remember, I remember
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Day has gone down on the Baltic's
I'll sing you a good old song
On Richmond Hill there lived a lass
There is in the lone, lone sea
My dark hair'd girl
When Britain first
An eye in the dark glancing beauty