My baby has a father and a mother, Rich little baby! Fatherless, motherless, I know an… Forlorn as may be: Poor little baby!

I plucked pink blossoms from mine… And wore them all that evening in… Then in due season when I went to… I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the…

The summer nights are short Where northern days are long: For hours and hours lark after lar… Trills out his song. The summer days are short

My sun has set, I dwell In darkness as a dead man out of s… And none remains, not one, that I… To him mine evil plight This bitter night.

Sing me a song — What shall I sing?— Three merry sisters Dancing in a ring, Light and fleet upon their feet

Why were you born when the snow wa… You should have come to the cuckoo… Or when grapes are green in the cl… Or, at least, when lithe swallows… For their far off flying

Swift and sure the swallow, Slow and sure the snail: Slow and sure may miss his way, Swift and sure may fail.

Mix a pancake, Stir a pancake, Pop it in the pan; Fry the pancake, Toss the pancake, —

This Advent moon shines cold and… These Advent nights are long; Our lamps have burned year after y… And still their flame is strong. ‘Watchman, what of the night?’ we…

Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep: Awake her not. Led by a single star,

What does the bee do? Bring home honey. And what does Father do? Bring home money. And what does Mother do?

Where innocent bright—eyed daisies… With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.

“Oh where are you going with your… On the west wind blowing along thi… “The downhill path is easy, come w… We shall escape the uphill by neve… So they two went together in glowi…