I once knew all the birds that cam… And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a name— My friends were woodchucks, toads,… I knew where thrived in yonder gle…

See, what a wonderful garden is he… Planted and trimmed for my Little… Posies so gaudy and grass of such… Search ye the country and hunt ye… And never ye’ll meet with a garden…

In maudlin spite let Thracians fi… Above their bowls of liquor; But such as we, when on a spree, Should never brawl and bicker! These angry words and clashing swo…

The mountain brook sung lonesomeli… Ez if it waited for a child to jin… The wild-flowers uv the hillside b… The music uv the little feet that… The magpies, like winged shadders,…

Away down East where I was reared… There used to live a pretty girl w… And though it’s many years since l… And though I feel I’m sadly worn… Still, oftentimes, I think about…

There was a certain gentleman, Be… Who lived way off in Germany a ma… And he was very fortunate in being… And so was very happy he was so. He warbled all the day

Still serve me in my age, I pray, As in my youth, O faithful one; For years I’ve brushed thee every… Could Socrates have better done? What though the fates would wreak…

Our Father who art in heaven, hal… Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be don… Give us this day our daily bread,… As we our earthly debts forgive—by… When tempted or by evil vexed, res…

When baby wakes of mornings, Then it’s wake, ye people all! For another day Of song and play Has come at our darling’s call!

To the willows of the brookside The mill wheel sings to-day— Sings and weeps, As the brooklet creeps Wondering on its way;

Little All-Aloney’s feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere perchance he fall.

O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I… Dwelling at Antium, thou hast pow… The veriest clod with riches and r… And change a triumph to a funeral The tillers of the soil and they t…

Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over… And the rich little lady puts out… As she looks at her own white, dai… And wishes that she could wear a g…

When Jim and Bill and I were boy… How gayly did we use to hail the c… Our sleds, fresh painted red and w… Seemed to respond right briskly to… As we dragged them up the slippery…

O mother-my-love, if you’ll give m… And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautifu… The Dreamland that’s waiting out… We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden…