| A |
Sheet No. |
| A brisk young sailor courted me |
55 |
| A hundred pound, my master said |
84 |
| A little ragged laddie goes wandering thro' the street |
31 |
| A man and maid, last month 'tis said |
70 |
| A Methodist parson whose name it was George |
51 |
| A poor child in grief was weeping |
32 |
| A song to the oak, the brave old oak |
54 |
| A stands for Annie |
30 |
| A strolling in the Burlington |
126 |
| About fifty years ago, when old George the Third was king |
44 |
| About the Shah of Persia |
77 |
| Adieu my lovely Nancy |
14 |
| After the opera's over |
78 |
| And did you not hear of a jolly young waterman |
68 |
| And it's I that has nothing to do |
43 |
| Arrah! Judy you blackguard |
53 |
| As beauteous as Flora, is lovely young Norah |
39 |
| As beautiful Kitty, one morning was tripping |
118 |
| As I rode out on a summer's morning |
106 |
| As I roved out one evening fair |
66 |
| As I roved out one morning |
30 |
| As I was a walking one morning in Spring |
52 |
| As I was going up New York streets |
23 |
| As I was walking in London Street |
89 |
| As I was walking, one morning in the breeze |
75 |
| As I was walking one summers morning |
64 |
| As I walked out one May morning |
46 |
| As I was walking one morning in May |
61 |
| As Marco and Pedro, were jogging along |
98 |
| As William and Mary strayed by the sea side |
88 |
| All is hushed, save night winds stealing |
7 |
| Arise, arise, Britannia's sons arise |
2 |
| At Bretton Hall, near Wakefield, known so well |
107 |
| At Kentuck last night a party met |
37 |
| At five in the morning, the miner doth rise |
98 |
| At six in the morning awaking |
1 |
| At Slieveuamon the man who asked me was Scully dead? |
95 |
| C |
Sheet No. |
| Charley Chalk was a portrait painter by trade |
83 |
| Come all ye boys, both far and near |
95 |
| Come all you feeling lovers and listen to my song |
131 |
| Come all you gallant Britons bold |
117 |
| Come all you gentle muses combine and lend an ear |
39 |
| Come all you jolly young fellows and listen awhile |
106 |
| Come all you pretty fair maids |
44 |
| Come all you Roman Catholics that's from your native home |
58 |
| Come all you single women |
17 |
| Come all you young fowlers that carry the gun |
36 |
| Come all young fellows that delight in any game |
116 |
| Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen |
110 |
| Come, cheer up my lads |
23 |
| Come James now sit beside me, this is the Sabbath day |
15 |
| Come listen to my ditty, boys, I won't detain you long |
109 |
| Come neighbours draw near and listen awhile |
38 |
| I-J |
Sheet No. |
| I am a darling Irish boy |
20 |
| I am a donkey driver, I'm the best that's in the line |
79 |
| I am a fair maid that's entangled in love |
65 |
| I am a true born Irishman I came from Paddy's land |
6 |
| I am a wife these dozen of years |
39 |
| I am a young fellow that always lov'd rural sport |
72 |
| I am lonesome since I crost the hill |
73 |
| I come from Connemara, and Dan it is my name |
123 |
| I fell in love with a pretty girl |
84 |
| I had a flower, within my garden growing |
75 |
| I have journey'd over many lands |
69 |
| I have some words about the times |
25 |
| I hear the soft winds sighing |
104 |
| I live a jovial country life |
104 |
| I love a little country queen |
121 |
| I loved at first sight, now you've heard |
116 |
| I never was on board a ship |
96 |
| I oft see you smiling dear mother |
7 |
| I once did court a pretty girl |
123 |
| I once had a sweetheart |
121 |
| I once stood by a dying youth |
21 |
| I sing of a pretty fair haired girl |
31 |
| I that once was a ploughboy |
46 |
| I was born in Tipperary |
124 |
| I was brought up in Sheffield |
28 45 |
| I went to bed the other night fell fast asleep & dreaming |
103 |
| If you'll give attention, I'll unfold to you |
126 |
| I'm a poor cotton weaver as many one knows |
1 |
| I'm a poor unlucky married man |
125 |
| I'm Denny Blake from County Clare |
94 |
| I'm going to sing a little song, if you will only strive |
112 |
| I'm lonely since my mother died |
114 |
| I'm ninety-five, I'm ninety-five |
51 |
| I'm sitting on a rail Judy |
86 |
| In the county gaol at Salford |
6 |
| In the days when George the Third was king |
97 |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining |
15 |
| In the town of Portsmouth I was born |
91 |
| In vain I attempt to describe |
69 |
| It may not be, it cannot be |
85 |
| It was early, early in the spring |
50 |
| It was nature's gay day |
13 |
| It was summer, so softly the breezes were blowing |
60 |
| It's of a fair young creature, who dwelt by the sea-side |
27 |
| It's of a pretty female as you shall understand |
71 |
| Its of a rich gentleman near London did dwell |
64 |
| John Henry Sharp, is my name |
92 |
| Just before the battle, Mother |
130 |
| Just eighteen years ago |
19 |
| Just listen around, and to you I'll tell |
132 |
| M |
Sheet No. |
| Many a knight and lady gay |
35 |
| Many sluggards I have seen |
78 |
| May I ask for your attention |
76 |
| Meet me by gaslight alone |
57 |
| Meet me by moonlight alone |
40 |
| Mother, dear, give over crying |
81 |
| Mother, mother, let me kiss thee |
102 112 |
| My father gave me a portion in hand |
21 |
| My love he is a soldier in lands far away |
103 |
| My name is bold Morgan Mc'Carthy |
54 |
| My name is Dan Logan |
119 |
| My name is Ikey Bill |
32 |
| My name is Joseph Baxter |
128 |
| My name is Patrick Shean |
129 |
| My name is Ted O'Mannon |
49 |
| My heart's with my Norah |
3 |
| N |
Sheet No. |
| Not a hundred miles from "here-or-there" |
120 |
| Now, have you seen my Sarah? |
91 |
| Now, Brigham Young is a Mormon bold |
111 |
| Now I'm a blighed chap you will stay |
100 |
| Now I'm going to say a word |
80 |
| Now, Maggy dear, I do hear, you have been on the spree |
11 |
| Now they tell us this world's ne'er at an end |
8 |
| Now when first from my childhood I came to a man |
52 |
| Now when I was a little boy |
79 |
| Now you'll fancy that I've been abroad |
75 |
| O |
Sheet No. |
| O boys did you hear of the battle |
2 |
| O Erin's isle, my heart's delight |
127 |
| O I have got a charming bride |
13 |
| O once I was as gay |
101 |
| O say not woman's love is bought |
57 |
| O sing - sing on sweetly to cheer me |
74 |
| O this world is so hard to get through |
59 |
| O, young English girls, list to my story |
108 |
| Och, sure I am an Irish lad |
113 |
| Of all the wives that ever lived, there's none can equal mine |
99 |
| Of late I've been captivated |
69 |
| Oh, call it not a desert bare |
100 |
| Oh! Erin my country |
108 |
| Oh! have you seen the claimant |
62 |
| Oh! husband, the long night is past |
99 |
| Oh, how, can a poor gipsey maiden like me |
119 122 |
| Oh, how I envy girls who have their lovers close at home |
93 |
| Oh, I am an Irish boy |
86 |
| Oh I'm a helpless female, an unprotected female |
14 |
| Oh! I'm lonely tonight, love, without you |
111 |
| Oh! I once was as gay as the lark |
82 |
| Oh! if I had a thousand a year |
89 |
| Oh, let me like a soldier fall |
42 |
| Oh! listen I pray, and hear what I say |
97 |
| Oh, share my cottage gentle maid |
67 |
| Oh! smile as thou wert wont to smile |
61 |
| Oh, wilt thou be my bride, Kathleen |
113 |
| On evening as I gently roved |
24 |
| On the 14th of September |
61 |
| On the green banks of Shannon |
42 |
| Once I was happy and gay |
122 |
| One day rolling down, through old Wexford town |
59 |
| One eve as I sat, I shall never forget |
118 |
| One morning in December |
74 |
| One night I dreamed I lulled asleep |
66 |
| One night of late I chanced to stray |
36 |
| One night sad and languid, I went to my bed |
4 |
| Our bark was far, far from land |
105 |
| Our ship she is ready to bear us away |
7 |
| T |
Sheet No. |
| Tarnation glad to see you all |
76 |
| Tell me not that he's a poor man |
82 |
| The day was spent, the moon shone bright |
109 |
| The doomed ship weighs anchor |
10 |
| The first of my courtship that ever was known |
43 |
| The golden vale of Limerick |
81 |
| The good ship "Northfleet" at anchor lay |
113 |
| The light of other days is faded |
58 |
| The sun had set behind the hill |
72 |
| The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond |
33 |
| The sun was far in the clouds advanced |
48 |
| The Tichborne claimant to the court has gone |
16 |
| There is a flower that bloometh |
100 |
| There is a little man, dressed all in grey |
132 |
| There's a dear little plant that grows on our isle |
105 |
| There's everything that man can wish |
71 |
| There was a bonny blade, had married a country maid |
117 |
| These words were composed by Spencer the rover |
33 |
| Through Dublin sweet city I ramble |
90 |
| Tim Finnigan lived in Sackville Street |
33 |
| Tis now some forty years ago |
63 |
| To go for a soldier is a very fine thing |
63 |
| 'Twas in the spring not long ago |
8 |
| T'was in the town of Mullingar |
96 |
| 'Twas near the banks of bonny Tweed |
131 |
| Twas night, when the moon luminated the sky |
87 |
| Twas on a summer's morning, the weather being clear |
24 |
| 'Twas ten o'clock one moonlight night |
22 |
| U-W |
Sheet No. |
| We met, 'twas in a crowd |
67 |
| Well boys I'm here again d'ye see |
85 |
| What this blessed world will come too |
19 |
| When first from sea I landed |
50 |
| When first to town I came, and at the railway landed |
129 |
| When I liv'd a wom wi my feyther |
45 |
| When I was young and in my prime |
120 |
| When in the storm on Albion's coast |
47 |
| When night's a dark mantle |
85 |
| When other lips and other hearts |
63 |
| When the moon is on the waters |
5 |
| When ye gang awa', Jamie |
115 |
| Where I offer my hand to a friend |
9 25 |
| Where is the little gipsy's home? |
92 |
| While going the road to sweet Athy |
34 |
| While strolling near the Marble Arch |
29 |
| "Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly |
48 |
| Within a dreary convict cell |
18 |
| Woodman spare that tree |
53 |
| XYZ |
Sheet No. |
| Ye children, whom no absent joy |
56 |
| Ye may talk of young girls |
11 |
| You men and you wives lend an ear to my song |
88 |
| Ye muses I beg you will lend me your |
55 |
| Yes, Mary, dear Mary, your father's come |
34 |
| You are not what you were, Robin |
114 |
| You heroes of the day who are lively brave and gay |
5 |
| You muses all draw near |
22 |
| You sweet pretty lasses wherever you be |
49 |
| You young men and maidens pray lend an ear |
57 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth |
5 |
| Young men and old I now make bold |
47 |
| Young men in every station |
65 |
| Young Robin, my sweetheart, is handsome and fair |
91 |
| You're looking fresh as the morn, darling |
95 |