My garden aboundeth in pleasant no… And fragrance is over it all; For sweet is the smell of my old,… In their places against the wall. Here is a folio that’s grim with a…

When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish all beholders; For summon hence all pretty girls

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and w… And when, affright, I call to The… It calms my fears and whispers me,

O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll p… The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns

The little French doll was a dear… Tricked out in the sweetest of dre… Her eyes were of hue A most delicate blue And dark as the night were her tre…

Ho, pretty bee, did you see my cro… Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin’ on… Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie… Got a lump o’ sugar an’ a posie fo… Only bring back my wee, wee croodl…

If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies… My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-…

The mill goes toiling slowly aroun… With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kin… The voice of the old mill speak. While round and round those big wh…

Last night, whiles that the curfew… I heard a moder to her dearie sing… “Lollyby, lolly, lollyby.” And presently that chylde did ceas… And on his moder’s breast did fall…

Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling floo… Bespeak the birth of spring, Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart

Republicans of differing views Are pro or con protection; If that’s the issue they would cho… Why, we have no objection. The issue we propose concerns

The year has been a tedious one— A weary round of toil and sorrow, And, since it now at last is gone, We say farewell and hail the morro… Yet o’er the wreck which time has…

Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,… Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I kenned… But my harte been allwais the same… Ailsie, I colde not say you ill,

In the market of Clare, so cheery… Of the shops and the booths of the… That I take a delight on a Saturd… In walking that way and in viewing… For it’s here that one sees all th…