# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little word in love expressed | | | | | | | |
d2 | A maiden like my Laura | | | | | | | |
d3 | A noble friend good autumn is | | | | | | | |
d4 | All yonder in the meadow | | | | | | | |
d5 | And now our study hours have flown | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake the song of merry greeting | | | | | | | |
d7 | Before all lands, in east or west | | | | | | | |
d8 | Clime beneath whose genial sun | | | | | | | |
d9 | Cold the blast may blow | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come away, come away, now my boy | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, come, come, come to the sunset tree | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, May, thou lovely lingerer | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, one and all, around me [we] stand | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come roam in woodlands | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come rouse up ye slothful | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come with thy lute to the fountain | | | | | | | |
d17 | Days of summer's glory | | | | | | | |
d18 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
d19 | Endless praises to our Lord God | | | | | | | |
d20 | Farewell to books, the birds are singing | | | | | | | |
d21 | Float away, float away | | | | | | | |
d22 | Fresh and fair, all things are | | | | | | | |
d23 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
d24 | From o'er the rolling waters | | | | | | | |
d25 | From the mountain flow | | | | | | | |
d26 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d27 | Good night, good night, now to all | | | | | | | |
d28 | Great God, in whom we live and move | | | | | | | |
d29 | Guide along our bonny boat | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hail our nation's birthday morning | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hark, the pealing, softly stealing | | | | | | | |
d32 | Haste thee, winter, haste away | | | | | | | |
d33 | Ho, ho, vacation days are here | | | | | | | |
d34 | How beautiful the morning When summer days | | | | | | | |
d35 | How bright and fair thy footsteps are | | | | | | | |
d36 | How happy he who loves to hear | | | | | | | |
d37 | How lovely are the flowers | | | | | | | |
d38 | How lovely are the woods | | | | | | | |
d39 | How sweet, from gloomy darkness | | | | | | | |
d40 | How sweet to stray abroad, at eve | | | | | | | |
d41 | I love the cheerful summer time | | | | | | | |
d42 | I loved a songbird of the spring | | | | | | | |
d43 | I stand upon the woody cliff | | | | | | | |
d44 | In peace with all the world | | | | | | | |
d45 | Join in a chorus | | | | | | | |
d46 | Join we in chorus, freedom to praise | | | | | | | |
d47 | Laughing and singing, dancing | | | | | | | |
d48 | Lightly row, lightly row O'er the glassy waves | | | | | | | |
d49 | Lo lo lo how beautiful the snow | | | | | | | |
d50 | Lo the heavens are breaking | | | | | | | |
d51 | Look the black cloud rises high | | | | | | | |
d52 | Lord, lead my heart to learn | | | | | | | |
d53 | Luna arise, ascend the evening sky | | | | | | | |
d54 | Merrily every bosom boundeth | | | | | | | |
d55 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d56 | Murmur, gentle lyre, through the lonely night | | | | | | | |
d57 | My days of youth, though not from folly free | | | | | | | |
d58 | My Father was a farmer good | | | | | | | |
d59 | Not today we'll do it tomorrow | | | | | | | |
d60 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d61 | Now winter's gone, and spring comes on | | | | | | | |
d62 | O come, come away, from labor now reposing | | | | | | | |
d63 | O come with me, and we will go | | | | | | | |
d64 | O, dear what can the matter be | | | | | | | |
d65 | O, ever happy will I be | | | | | | | |
d66 | O give me back my native hills | | | | | | | |
d67 | O God, my Father, and my King | | | | | | | |
d68 | O how I love to roam abroad | | | | | | | |
d69 | O lay your weary work aside | | | | | | | |
d70 | O see the cunning frost has come | | | | | | | |
d71 | O see, the snow is falling now | | | | | | | |
d72 | O the lovely June | | | | | | | |
d73 | O the lovely, lovely May | | | | | | | |
d74 | O thou to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
d75 | O'er the waters gliding | | | | | | | |
d76 | Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain | | | | | | | |
d77 | Old friends shall never be forgot | | | | | | | |
d78 | Onward, onward, is our nation's cry | | | | | | | |
d79 | Our Father, who in heaven art, All hallowed be | | | | | | | |
d80 | Our little boat is beckoning by the strand | | | | | | | |
d81 | Our ship is lightly bounding | | | | | | | |
d82 | Our youthful hearts for learning burn | | | | | | | |
d83 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | | | |
d84 | Pull away pull away pull away brave boys | | | | | | | |
d85 | See them beaming, see them gleaming | | | | | | | |
d86 | See where the rising sun | | | | | | | |
d87 | Shall school acquantance be forgot | | | | | | | |
d88 | She comes our path to lighten | | | | | | | |
d89 | Short speech suffices deep thoughts to show | | | | | | | |
d90 | Smiling May, comes in play | | | | | | | |
d91 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
d92 | Sweet music cheers the spirit | | | | | | | |
d93 | The day is calmly ending | | | | | | | |
d94 | The dingy autumn now has come | | | | | | | |
d95 | The farmer is a noble man | | | | | | | |
d96 | The lovely May is coming | | | | | | | |
d97 | The mists of the morning are rolling away | | | | | | | |
d98 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d99 | The silvery moon advances | | | | | | | |
d100 | The spring breathes around us so softly and warm | | | | | | | |