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3 | Threre's much good cheer in youthful age | | | | | |  | |
4a | Ye banks and braes of Bonnie Doon | | | | | |  | |
4b | O, Columbia, the gem of the ocean | | | | | |  | |
6a | Gaily the fisherman pulled his light oar | | | | | |  | |
6b | Up the hills on a bright sunny morn | | | | | |  | |
7 | Soft, soft music is stealing | | | | | |  | |
8 | Happy days are gliding o'er us | | | | | |  | |
9a | Hark - 't is the bells of the village church | | | | | |  | |
9b | May every year but draw more near | | | | | |  | |
11 | 'T is near the spot in which I dwell | | | | | |  | |
12a | See, brothers, see, how the night comes on | | | | | |  | |
12b | O, Pilot, 't is a fearful night | | | | | |  | |
13 | I see them on their winding way | | | | | |  | |
14 | Come to the sunset tree | | | | | |  | |
15a | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | |  | |
15b | Wake ye bells, from every echoing steeple! | | | | | |  | |
16 | Come all little children, and grateful hearts bring | | | | | |  | |
17 | Oh, is it not a pity such a little child as I | | | | | |  | |
18 | 'Mid pleasures and palaces, where'er we may roam | | | | | |  | |
19 | We will rise from our benches and run out to play | | | | | |  | |
20 | O how brightly, how brightly the sun moves along | | | | | |  | |
22 | We're glad for the blessing we're richly possessing | | | | | |  | |
23 | Away over mountain, away over plain! | | | | | |  | |
24 | How sweet is the pleasure on May's lovely morning | | | | | |  | |
25 | Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy! | | | | | |  | |
26 | Know ye the land where the red man late roam'd | | | | | |  | |
28 | On old Long Island's sea-girt shore | | | | | |  | |
29 | List! 't is music stealing | | | | | |  | |
30 | Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green | | | | | |  | |
31 | I've been raoming, I've been roaming | | | | | |  | |
32 | Farewell, farewell is a lonely sound | | | |  | |  | |
33 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | |  | |
34 | Will you walk into my parlor? | | | | | |  | |
35 | When soft stars are peeping through the pure azure sky | | | | | |  | |
36 | Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | |  | |
38a | I'm a pretty little thing | | | | | |  | |
38b | Hail Columbia--happy land! | | | | | |  | |
40a | Children go to and fro | | | | | |  | |
40b | Flowers, wild wood flowers | | | | | |  | |
41 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | |  | |
42 | Shall we oppressed with sadness | | | | | |  | |
43 | My days of youth, though not from folly free | | | | | |  | |
44 | Of late so brightly glowing, lovely rose | | | | | |  | |
45a | Across the lake, thro' bush and brake | | | | | |  | |
45b | Before all lands in east or west | | | | | |  | |
46 | The stars are fading from the sky | | | | | |  | |
47a | Kind friends, we meet again | | | | | |  | |
47b | Go! beautiful and gentle dove | | | | | |  | |
48 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot | | | | | |  | |
49a | Though school is out, we must not shout | | | | | |  | |
49b | Awake, awake the tuneful voice | | | | | |  | |
50 | A mother came when stars were paling | | | | | |  | |
51 | Bliss is hovering, smiling every where | | | | | |  | |
52 | My Mother! my kind Mother! | | | | | |  | |
53a | We cannot remain so forever | | | | | |  | |
53b | Shall school acquaintance be forgot | | | | | |  | |
54 | He cometh, he cometh, the glorious May! | | | | | |  | |
55 | Come, let us singing, speak out those pleasures | | | | | |  | |
56 | Come, where joy and gladness | | | | | |  | |
57 | Farewell to the land of my childhood | | | | | |  | |
58a | The morning sun shines from the east | | | | | |  | |
58b | Never look sad, there's nothing so bad | | | | | |  | |
59 | America, I love thee still! | | | | | |  | |
60 | Wild roved an Indian girl | | | | | |  | |
61 | Woodman spare that tree! | | | | | |  | |
62 | He is gone to the mountain | | | | | |  | |
63 | Home, home, can I forget thee? | | | | | |  | |
64 | Our principles are written fair | | | | | |  | |
65a | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | |  | |
65b | With banner and with badge we come | | | | | |  | |
66 | Come, ye children, learn to sing | | | | | |  | |
67 | Dear father! drink no more, I pray | | | | | |  | |
68 | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | |  | |
69 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | |  | |
70 | The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year | | | | | |  | |
71 | Oft in the stilly night | | | | | |  | |
72 | The stars are all cheerfully blinking | | | | | |  | |
73a | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | |  | |
73b | Hail sweetest dearest hope that binds | | | | | |  | |
74 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | |  | |
75 | My soul, why sink when griefs oppress | | | | | |  | |
76 | The farmer ploughs and sows his field | | | | | |  | |
77 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | |  | |
78a | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | |  | |
78b | Rise, rise, free from thy mourning | | | | | |  | |
79 | Lo! the heavens are breaking | | | | | |  | |
80 | Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | |  | |
81 | Come again, come again. come again | | | | | |  | |
83 | When shall we meet again | | | | | |  | |
84 | O, where's the lovely beaming star | | | | | |  | |
85 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | |  | |
86a | Our moments fly apace | | | | | |  | |
86b | Remember thy Creator | | | | | |  | |
87 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | |  | |
88 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | |  | |
89 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want | | | | | |  | |
90 | See, the light is dawning | | | | | |  | |
91 | The pearl that worldlings covet | | | | | |  | |
92 | God is in heaven--can he hear | | | | | |  | |
93a | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | |  | |