Hush, ’tis thy voice! No, but a bird upon the bough Romancing to its mate, but where a… To bid my heart rejoice? ’Tis thy hand, speak!

How I hate the sparrows, the spar… In and out and round the house all… Chirping shrill and fussy birds, w… Chittering and chattering, yet hav… How I love the swallows, the swal…

One morning, when dreaming in deep… I met a sweet colleen a-making her… With sighing and sobbing she cried… ‘Oh where is my lost one, and wher… ’My house it is small, and my fiel…

Madge Linsey at the well raised t… Brimmed her brass bucket full, wen… Loose hung her collar her full thr… Rough fell her silken hair, sullen… Went down the village street jaunt…

I prayed so eagerly, “Turn and see How bitter I have striven— A word and all forgiven.” I prayed so eagerly.

‘There’s a hound at the door, Sha… There’s a hound at the door. If you take down the bar or the sh… I shall see you no more, I shall see you no more!’

The starlings they have come to to… With polka dots on their robes of… They sit a crowd on the old plane… And sing this quaint old melody Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak,…

‘Going, going!’ the voice was loud… And, rising, silenced the chatteri… ‘Going! going! shall it be gone?’ The auctioneer held up an old viol… ‘The mute though tarnished is silv…

Is there no bond of blood to you,… Who have called her ours, the anci… And here we hope to rest from Lif… Building of souls our patriotic N… Can we not stand amongst the purpl…

Before her mirror in a pouting moo… Afraid to weep lest anger should r… The picture there, she did impatie… Why Fate should treat her worse t… Her lilac frock her mother’s hand…

Once she woke to fairyland, Now she wakes to grief, All the golden days are gone, Lost by time—the thief. Once she sprang to meet the dawn,

Come, teasing wind, we will fly, Seek our heart’s desire, you and… Fit comrade for me, Thou breath of liberty, I sigh for the freedom of your win…

She made roses all the day for pre… All through the patient hours, hal… Dragged into a hurried knot all he… Eyes foolish with fatigue, straini… Pretty ladies roamed away over lan…

In the grey and dusty morn, Dreaming Jane arose, And from silent room to room With her duster goes. Slipping 'neath her sleepy hand

I want to talk to thee of many thi… Or sit in silence when the robin s… His littl’ song, when comes the wi… I want to sit beside thee, cheek b… I want to hear thy voice my name r…