HERE lies a poor woman who was a… She lived in a house where help wa… Her last words on earth were: 'De… To where there’s no cooking, or wa… For everything there is exact to m…

LENTEN ys come with love to tou… With blosmen ant with briddes roun…    That al this blisse bryngeth; Dayes-eyes in this dales, Notes suete of nyhtegales,

Royal Charlie’s now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne’er come back again. Will you no come back again?

AS I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say, ‘Whar sall we gang and dine the da… ‘—In behint yon auld fail dyke

All night I muse, all day I cry, Ay me! Yet still I wish, though still de… Ay me! I sigh, I mourn, and say that sti…

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom, So I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom,

She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai…

I know a funny little man, As quiet as a mouse, Who does the mischief that is done In everybody’s house. There’s no one ever sees his face,

Legs I have got, yet seldom do I… I backbite many, yet I never talk… In secret places most I seek to h… For he who feeds me never can abid…

God, that art of myghtis most, Fader and Sone and Holy Gost, That bought man on Rode so dere, Shilde us from the fowle fende, That is about mannys sowle to shen…

I WISH I were where Helen lies,    Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies,    On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought th…

The following Epilogue to “The Padlock” was written by a very worthy Clergyman, soon after the first representation of that opera. The author of this little poem died in the Summer of 1...

THIS winter’s weather it waxeth…    And frost it freezeth on every… And Boreas blows his blast so bol…    That all our cattle are like to… Bell, my wife, she loves no strife…

LOVE wing’d my Hopes and taught… Far from base earth, but not to mo…    For true pleasure    Lives in measure,    Which if men forsake,

I eat my peas with honey; I’ve done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny, But it keeps them on the knife.