Ebook: 100 Songs and Scenes

Voice, piano. — London: Davidson, Peter's Hill, Doctor's Commons, n.d. — 81 p.A Happy Home is mine
A Life in tlie West
A Life on the Ocean Wave
Almighity Spirit
A Song for a Stormy Night
Beautiful Streamlet, how precious to me
Believe not the Tales they have told Thee of me
Blow, blow, wild Winds
Bright Hope is dead
By the Crimson Hue of the fair Sunset
Charter Oak
Chieftain's Daughter, the
Choose ye who will Earth's dazzling Bowers
Christmas Carol, a
Come, Brothers, arouse
Come, fill the Cup
Come, fill my Glass again, old Friend
Dear Janet
Dove of Noah, the
Dying Legacy, the
Eleven Years have pass'd away
Exile, the
Fisher Boy, the
Fromhis Mountain Land, with his Harp in Hand
Gin Fiend, the
Greenwood Tree, the
Happy Change, the
Happy Days of Childhood, the
Hark, 'midst the Roar of an eager Crowd
Hark to the Clinking of Hammeis
Have you e'er been in Love
Heigho for a Husband
Hope on her Wings, and God her Guide
Hope's Sepulchre
I care not for Spring
I dream d, dear Janet
If thou would'st win a lasting Fame
I love it, I love it
I love the Night when the Moon beams bright
I'm Afloat
I'm Single yet—I'm Single yet
In cold Misfortune's cheerless Day
Infinitude of Mercy, the
I've wander'd oft in Childhood
Ivy Green, the
Iwear not the Purple of Earth-born Kings.
Land, ho!
Leap for Life, the
Less than a Man
Let's be Gay
Let thera sing who mav
Little Fools and Great Ones
Little Gay Deceiver, the in
Main Truck, the or a Leap for Life
Man the Life Boat
Merrily, merrily, merrily, O
Merry Mariners, the
Minstrel of the Tyrol, the
My Mother's Bible
My Mother's Portrait
My Old Wife
My Strength is failing fast
Newfoundland Dog, the
Nigh to a Grave that was newly made
No sab'e Pall, no waving Plume
Not Married yet
Now tell me, Mary, how it is
O! a dainty Plant is the Ivy Green
O! a mournful Sound has the old Church Bell
O! Brothers, come hither, and list to my Story
Ocean, the, or the Merry Mariners
Oh, Time is a Blessing sent by God
Oh, why shoidd we bewail the Dead
Old Arm Chair, the
Old Church Bed, the
Old English Hospitality
Olden Time and Present Time
Old Fann Gate, the
Old Iionsides at Anchor lay
Od King Time
Old Mill-stream, the
Old School-House, the
Old Sexton, the
Old Time has dimn'd the Lustie of her Eyes
Old Tubal Cain was a Man of Might
On a Rocky Cliif I stood
On old Long Island's Seagirt Shore
On that lowly VillaL'^e Green
On the Brave who have fallen
On the Village Green it stood
O, sadly, ye daik rolling Waves of the Ocean
O! scorn me not as a fameless Thing
this Love
Our Way across the Mountains
Patriot's Welcome, the
Paupei's Drive, the
Pilgrim's Address to the Deity, the
Poor Man's Frieiid, the
Resignation
Rising Sun, the
Rod' away
Rover's Song, the
Rushlight, the
Saw ye the Shadow o'er his Brow
Say not that any Critne of Man
Sea-King's Burial, the
She heard the Fight was over
Ship on Fire, the
Slave Auction, the
Slave Ship, the
Soldier and his Bride, the
Soldier's Wife, the
Some love to roam o'er the dark Sea's Foam
Song for the Yacht Clubs
Song of the Emigrant Sempstress
Song of the Mariners
Song of the Scaffold, the
Soneofthe Shirt
So Young and so Lovelv
Spider and the Fly, the.
Spirit and Stream, the
Spring has Violets blue
Struggle for Fame
The Banks of the River were lovely and bright
The Battle Strife was over
The First Dear Thing that ever I lov'd
The first gravDawnof the Morning wasbeaming
The Gin Fiend cast his Eyes abroad
The Lady leaves the Banquet Hall
The Main, the Main
The Mother who hath a Child at Sea
The Olden Time
There's a Good Time Coming
There's a Hearse with one Horse in a jolly round Trot
There's an Eye that looks on the Swelling Cloud
There's Room enough for all
There, there hangs the Portrait which fondly I prize
There was a little Maid
The Soldier bold, when the Bugles sound
The Storm o'er the Ocean flew furious and fast
The Winds are Free
The Winds without, in their Midnight Rout
The World is on the Move
This Book is all that's left me now
Thou art, O God, the Fount Divine
'Tis Eve on the Ocean
Time is a Blessing
Tubal Cain
Upon the barren Sand a single Captive stood
Up, up with a Signal
Vision of the Reveller
We have faith in old Proverbs, full surely
We met in other Years
Wery Pekooliar, or the Lisping Lover
We were Boys together
What need of all this Fuss and Strife
When at the Social Board you sit
When is a Man less than a Man
When the Tempest flies
Wliere there's a Will there's a Way
Where, where is the Gate that once serv'd to
divide
Why, Dermot, you look Healthy now
Wife's Dream, the
Wife's Song, the
Will Nobody marry me ?
Will you walk into my Parlour
With Features happy and gay
Woodman, spare that Tree
Yet deeper and deeper and wilder the Night
You ask'd me, Sister, how it was