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THE

NEW-ENGLAND

POCKET

SONGSTER;

A CHOICE COLLECTION OF

POPULAR SONGS,

NEW AND OLD.

Claremont, N. .

1846.

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A boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream
A Chieftain, to the Highlands bound
Adieu, adieu, my only life
Ah! what is the bosom's commotion
A little cock sparrow sat up in a tree .
A mason's daughter, fair and young
An Indian girl was sitting where
A rose-tree in full bearing
As the sun climbs o'er the hills
As slow our ship her foamy track
As I walked out one evening fair
A soldier's the lad I adore
As walking forth to view the plain
A tailor I once was, as blithe, &c.
Blow high, blow low, let trunipets, &c.
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn
But are you sure the news is true ?
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer
Columbian tars are hearts of oak
Come, come,

bonnie lassie, &c.
Come, strike the bold anthem, &c.
Come, tell me, blue-eyed stranger
Come hither, thou beautiful rover
Come, each gallant lad ,

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In a chariot of light from the regions, &c. 89
I remember, 1 reinember

122
I sing the Maid of Lodi

12
It oft-times has been told

36
John Anderson, my Jo, John .

59
Joy to the victors ! the sons of old Aspen! 19
Judy leads me such a life!.

143
Lady, throw back thy raven hair

134
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks

· 155
Let the farmer praise his grounds . 108
Let him who sighs in sadness, &c.

67
Life let us cherish

46
Light as thistle down moving, &c.

24
Little wat ye wha's coming

96
Loud roared the dreadful thunder

73
Merrily every bosom boundeth

56
Mister Po was a man of great learning, &c. 126
My heart is sair, I dare na tell

121
My seventeenth year scarce over

157
My heart with love is beating

13
No breeze was on the mirror wave

135
Not a drum was heard, nor, &c.

95
Now the rage of battle ended

67
Now we're all met here together

85
Now is it not a pity such a pretty girl as I 101
Oh! cruel were my parents

146
Oh! cease to upbraid, while I seek, &c. 128
Oh, say not woman's love is bought 39
Oh, years have flown since first we met 62
O how can I be blithe and glad

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O Lady twine no wreath for me

71
O lassie art thou sleeping yet

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