| 1 | The Kerry Recruit | About four years ago I was digging the land |
| 2 | A Lady Fair | A lady fair in a garden walkin’ |
| 3 | A New Song Called Granuaile | All through the North as I walked forth |
| 4 | A New Song on the Taxes | All you young men and maidens come an’ listen to my song |
| 5 | The Dark-Eyed Sailor | As I roved out one evening fair |
| 6 | The Maid With the Bonny Brown Hair | As once I roved out very early |
| 7 | The Mantle So Green | As I went out walking one morning in June |
| 8 | Youghal Harbour | As I roved out on a summer’s morning |
| 9 | The Bonny Labouring Boy | As I roved out one morning all in the blooming spring |
| 10 | The Sporting Races of Galway | As I roved out through Galway town to seek for recreation |
| 11 | The Piper's Tunes | As I roved thro’ the town to view the pretty lasses |
| 12 | There's Whiskey in the Jar | As I was going over the far-famed Kerry Mountain |
| 13 | Gra Geal Mo Chroi | At the foot of Newry mountain clear water does flow |
| 14 | A New Song on the Manchester Martyrs,
or, The Smashing of the Van | Attend you gallant Irishmen and listen for awhile |
| 15 | Brian O Linn | Brian O Linn had no breeches to wear |
| 16 | The Bonny Bunch of Roses | By the margin of the ocean, one pleasant evening in the month of June. |
| 17 | The Black Horse | Come all ye airy bachelors, a warning take by me |
| 18 | The Girl I Left Behind Me | Come all ye handsome comely maids |
| 19 | The Maids of the Sweet Brown Knowe | Come all ye lads and lasses and hear my mournful tale - |
| 20 | The Wreck of the "Mary Jane" | Come all you dry-land sailors bold |
| 21 | Van Diemen's Land | Come all you gallant poachers that ramble void of care |
| 22 | The Maid of Sweet Gurteen | Come all you gentle muses, combine and lend an ear |
| 23 | A New Song on the Rocks of Baun | Come all you loyal heroes wherever that you be |
| 24 | The Suit of Green | Come all you pretty fair maids, and listen to my melody |
| 25 | The Bold Belfast Shoemaker | Come all you true-born Irishmen wherever you may be |
| 26 | Donnelly and Cooper | Come all you true-bred Irishmen I hope you will draw near |
| 27 | Father Murphy | Come, all you warriors and renowned nobles |
| 28 | Bold McDermott Roe | Come all you wild young gentlemen, so reckless and so bold |
| 29 | Young Molly Ban | Come all you young fellows that follow the gun |
| 30 | The Jolly Farmer | Come each jolly fellow that loves to be mellow |
| 31 | The Sorrowful Lament for Callaghan, Greally, and Mullen
(Killed at the Fair of Turloughmore) | Come tell me dearest mother |
| 32 | Coortin' in the Kitchen | Come single belle and beau, to me now pay attention |
| 33 | A Ballad of Master McGrath | Eighteen sixty-nine being the date of the year |
| 34 | Rossa's Farewell to Erin | Farewell to friends of Dublin town, I bid ye all adieu |
| 35 | The Old Grey Mare | Good fellows all that’s straight and tall |
| 36 | Lillibulero | Ho, brother Teige, dost hear the Decree |
| 37 | The Bold Rake | I am a bold rake and this nation I travel’d all round |
| 38 | Charming Mary Neill | I am a bold undaunted youth, my name is John McCann |
| 39 | The Hackler from Grouse Hall | I am a roving hackler lad that loves the shamrock shore - |
| 40 | Dublin Jack of All Trades | I am a roving sporting blade they call me Jack of all trades |
| 41 | Down by the Tanyard Side | I am a ramblin’ hero and by love I am betrayed. |
| 42 | The Limerick Rake | I am a young fellow that’s easy and bold |
| 43 | The Lucky Elopement | I am a young fellow that ran out my land and means |
| 44 | Boston City | I belong to Boston City, boys |
| 45 | A New Song Called the Young Maid's Love | I was courted by a young man for many a long day |
| 46 | If I Was a Blackbird | If I was a blackbird, I’d whistle and sing |
| 47 | The Sporting Youth | I’m a stranger to this country from America I came |
| 48 | The Boys of Wexford | In comes the captain’s daughter, the captain of the Yeos |
| 49 | Kevin Barry (Died for Ireland, 1st November, 1920) | In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning |
| 50 | The Old Orange Flute | In the County Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon |
| 51 | The Rocky Road to Dublin | In the merry month of May, from my home I started |
| 52 | Lanigan's Ball | In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan |
| 53 | Dunlavin Green | In the year of one thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight |
| 54 | The Women Are Worse Than the Men | Is it true that the women are worse than the men |
| 55 | Lovely Willie | It happened one evening at the playing of ball |
| 56 | My Boy Willie | It was early, early all in the Spring |
| 57 | Cailin Deas Cruite Na Mbo | It was on a fine summer’s morning |
| 58 | The Banks of Claudy | It was on a summer’s morning all in the month of May |
| 59 | The Flower of Magherally | It was on a summer’s morning, when flowers were a-blooming |
| 60 | Henry Joy McCracken | It was on the Belfast mountains I heard a maid complain |
| 61 | The Maid that Sold Her Barley | It’s cold and raw the North winds blow |
| 62 | The Night of the Ragman's Ball | Just pay attention for a while, my good friends one and all |
| 63 | Gra-Mo-Chroi, I'd Like to See Old Ireland Free Once More | Last night I had a happy dream, tho’ restless where I be |
| 64 | The Real Old Mountain Dew | Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way |
| 65 | General Munroe | My name is George Campbell, at the age of eighteen |
| 66 | The Lamentation of Hugh Reynolds | My name it is Hugh Reynolds, I came of honest parents |
| 67 | Nell Flaherty's Drake | My name it is Nell quite candid I tell |
| 68 | The Bold Deserter | My parents reared me tenderly, I being their eldest son |
| 69 | The Parting Glass | Oh, all the money e’er I had |
| 70 | The Orange Lily-O | Oh did you go to see the show, each rose and pinkadilly-o |
| 71 | Mrs. McGrath | Oh Mrs. MacGrath, the sergeant said |
| 72 | Limerick Is Beautiful | Oh, then, Limerick is beautiful as everybody knows |
| 73 | The Boys of Kilkenny | Oh the boys of Kilkenny are stout roving blades |
| 74 | The Peeler and the Goat | Oh the Bansha peelers went out one night |
| 75 | Mary from Dungloe | Oh then, fare ye well sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore |
| 76 | The Maid of Bunclody, and the Lad She Loves So Dear | Oh, were I at the moss house where the birds do increase |
| 77 | The Bantry Girls' Lament | Oh who will plough the field now or who will sell the corn |
| 78 | The Grazier Tribe | Oh, ye toilers of this nation, I hope you will draw near |
| 79 | Sweet County Wexford | On Moniseed of a summer’s morning |
| 80 | The Banks of the Roses | On the banks of the Roses my love and I sat down |
| 81 | Sean A Duir A Gleanna | One morning as I started, from the arms of Morpheus |
| 82 | Dobbin's Flowery Vale | One morning fair, as Phoebus bright her radiant smiles displayed |
| 83 | The Star of Donegal | One evening fair to take the air alone I chanced to stray |
| 84 | Doran's Ass | One Paddy Doyle lived near Killarney, and loved a maid |
| 85 | Moorlug Mary | The first I saw of my Moorlug Mary |
| 86 | The Lambs on the Green Hills | The lambs on the green hills they sport and they play, |
| 87 | Bold Robert Emmet | The struggle is over, the boys are defeated |
| 88 | Johnny Harte | There was a rich farmer’s daughter lived near to the town of Ross |
| 89 | The Barley Corn | There was three farmers in the North, as they were passing by |
| 90 | Pat of Mullingar | They may talk of Flying Childers, and the speed of Harkaway |
| 91 | Finnegan's Wake | Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street |
| 92 | "I Thank You, Ma'am," Says Dan | What brought you into my room, to my room, to my room? |
| 93 | The Lily of the West | When first I came to Ireland, some pleasure for to find |
| 94 | O Reilly from the County Leitrim,
or The Phoenix of Erin's Green Isle | When first I came into this counterie |
| 95 | Sweet Carnloch Bay | When winter was brawling o’er high hills and mountains |
| 96 | Come to the Bower | Will you come to the Bower |
| 97 | The Red-Haired Man's Wife | Ye muses divine, combine, and lend me your aid |
| 98 | John McGoldrick and the Quaker's Daughter | You muses nine, with me combine; assist me with your aid |
| 99 | Lovely Katie of Liskehaun | You gentle muses I pray excuse me |
| 100 | Bachelor's Walk:
Mournful Lines on the Military Outrage in Dublin | You true born Sons of Erin’s Isle, come listen to my song |
| 101 | The Boys of Old Erin the Green | You true-hearted sons of Hibernia |
| 102 | Erin's Lovely Home | Young men that have your liberty, I pray you now draw near |
Music notation for most songs.