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| Pray why are you so bare, so bare | 219 | |
| Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire | 117 | |
| Ring out, ye bells! | 278 | |
| Round the wide earth, from the red field your valour has won | 112 | |
| Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother | 211 | |
| Search thou my heart | 116 | |
| See dis pictyah in my han' | 144 | |
| Seems lak folks is mighty curus | 139 | |
| Seen my lady home las' night | 49 | |
| Seen you down at chu'ch las' night | 60 | |
| Shadder in de valley. | 226 | |
| She gave a rose | 103 | |
| She sang, and I listened the whole song thro' | 121 | |
| She told the story, and the whole world wept | 119 | |
| She told her beads with downcast eyes | 106 | |
| She wrapped her soul in a lace of lies | 240 | |
| Silence, and whirling worlds afar | 263 | |
| Silently without my window | 54 | |
| Since I left the city's heat | 263 | |
| Slow de night's a-fallin' | 186 | |
| Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race | 211 | |
| So we, who've supped the selfsame cup | 40 | |
| Some folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah | 201 | |
| Standin' at de winder | 253 | |
| Step me now a bridal measure | 248 | |
| Step wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle, | 269 | |
| Storm and strife and stress | 227 | |
| Summah night an' sighin' breeze | 132 | |
| Summah's nice, wif sun a-shinin' | 132 | |
| Summer is de lovin' time | 262 | |
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