Laughter and song for my cheer, Life is so fair. None so happy as I Anywhere; Birds in the woods carol clear,

Oh, the lonely road, the road to… ’Tis there I see a little ghost,… She plucks the swaying cowslip nor… But flies at my pursuing, who once… She once did run to me.

The wise thrush, the wise thrush,… Made her nest in the laurel’s leaf… But the foolish young girl, all la… She built on a reed that all winds… She built on a reed that swung and…

Who has room for a friend Who has money to spend, And a goblet of gold For your fingers to hold, At the wave of whose hand

’Twas the dream of a God, And the mould of His hand, That you shook 'neath His stroke, That you trembled and broke To this beautiful land.

‘What makes you so late at the try… What caused you so long to be? For a weary time I have waited From the hour you promised me.’ ‘I would I were here by your side…

‘Halt, who goes there?’ 'Tis for… In long processions see what gifts… Here cometh Care with sheaf of tr… And here is Grief with dish of wo… Frail Glory, too, holds out her h…

All the long day the robin on the… Piped his sweet song To her who on her hidden nest Oft turned beneath her patient bre… Her pretty eggs in tender quest

Thou shalt feel no more the wind o… Nor float on the breath of the bre… Thou shalt drowse no more on the b… ‘Neath the lullaby song of the tre… Thou shalt seek no more in the gre…

A Ballad Father John in the green lane wen… And he drew his robe full tight, ‘I would,’ quoth he, 'I were home… For there’s evil in the night.

At the convent doors, full of alar… She stood, like a young bird quitt… Her first flight flown right into… Her first tears wept upon my breas… It was the young dove, wond’ring a…

The wind has blown my heart away All on a summer holiday. If you can find it, pray you tell, For this is how the loss befell If you will now my tale believe,

And so goodbye, my love, my dear,… E’en thus from my sad heart go hen… I cast thee out, renounce, and hol… I wreck the cup of joy thou heldes… To my lips, thinking we’d quaff—be…

On the lone height of some untrodd… The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek is… As winter snows

Some on the pleasant hillside have… As flings a cloud before the sun a… They praised thy fairness and held… They only saw thy shade, Kathleen… Some on the purple mountains stood…