When maiden loves, she sits and si… She wanders to and fro; Unbidden tear-drops fill her eyes, And to all questions she replies, With a sad heigho!

A bishop once– I will not name hi… Annoyed his clergy in the mode con… From pulpit shackles never set the… And found a sin where sin was unin… All pleasures ended in abuse auric…

Good children, list, if you’re inc… And wicked children too - This pretty ballad is designed Especially for you. Two ogres dwelt in Wickham Wold -

My boy, you may take it from me, That of all the afflictions accurs… With which a man’s saddled And hampered and addled, A diffident nature’s the worst.

Sad is that woman’s lot who, year… Sees, one by one, her beauties dis… As Time, grown weary of her heart… Impatiently begins to “dim her eye… Herself compelled, in life’s uncer…

I’VE painted SHAKESPEARE al… “An infant” (even then at “play”!) “A boy,” with stage-ambition rife, Then “Married to ANN HATHAWA… “The bard’s first ticket night” (o…

Brightly dawns our wedding day; Joyous hour, we give thee greeting… Whither, whither art thou fleeting… Fickle moment, prithee stay! What though mortal joys be hollow?

Bold-faced ranger (Perfect stranger) Meets two well-behaved young ladie… He’s attractive, Young and active -

Oh, big was the bosom of brave A… And also the region that under it… In safety and peril remarkably coo… And he dwelt on the banks of the r… Each morning he went to his garden…

OH! listen to the tale of little… She kept a small post-office in th… She loved a skilled mechanic, who… A gentle executioner whose name wa… I think I hear you say, “A dreadf…

When I, good friends, was called… I’d an appetite fresh and hearty, But I was, as many young barriste… An impecunious party. I’d a swallow—tail coat of a beaut…

When you find you’re a broken-down… Who is all of a trimmle and twitte… With your palate unpleasantly bitt… As if you’d just bitten a pill - When your legs are as thin as divi…

I go away this blessed day, To sail across the sea, MATILD… My vessel starts for various parts At twenty after three, MATILDA… I hardly know where we may go,

A maiden sat at her window wide, Pretty enough for a Prince’s brid… Yet nobody came to claim her. She sat like a beautiful picture t… With pretty bluebells and roses fa…

BABETTE she was a fisher gal, With jupon striped and cap in crim… She passed her days inside the Ha… Or catching little nimble shrimps. Yet she was sweet as flowers in M…