Fly away, fly away over the sea, Sun—loving swallow, for summer is… Come again, come again, come back… Bringing the summer and bringing t…
Angels at the foot, And Angels at the head, And like a curly little lamb My pretty babe in bed.
I never said I loved you, John: Why will you tease me day by day, And wax a weariness to think upon With always “do” and “pray”? You Know I never loved you, John…
My baby has a mottled fist, My baby has a neck in creases; My baby kisses and is kissed, For he’s the very thing for kisses…
Currants on a bush, And figs upon a stem, And cherries on a bending bough, And Ned to gather them.
If I were a Queen, What would I do? I’d make you King, And I’d wait on you. If I were a King,
Pardon the faults in me, For the love of years ago: Good—bye. I must drift across the sea, I must sink into the snow,
Dancing on the hill—tops, Singing in the valleys, Laughing with the echoes, Merry little Alice. Playing games with lambkins
The summer nights are short Where northern days are long: For hours and hours lark after lar… Trills out his song. The summer days are short
The horses of the sea Rear a foaming crest, But the horses of the land Serve us the best. The horses of the land
A house of cards Is neat and small: Shake the table, It must fall. Find the Court cards
Three plum buns To eat here at the stile In the clover meadow, For we have walked a mile. One for you, and one for me,
Minnie and Mattie And fat little May, Out in the country, Spending a day. Such a bright day,
The dear old woman in the lane Is sick and sore with pains and ac… We’ll go to her this afternoon, And take her tea and eggs and cake… We’ll stop to make the kettle boil…
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing… The moonrise wakes the nightingale… Come darkness, moonrise, everythin… That is so silent, sweet, and pale… Come, so ye wake the nightingale.