It was an hairy oubit, sae proud h… A feckless hairy oubit, and merril… ‘My Minnie bad me bide at hame un… I show her soon my soul’s aboon th… This feckless hairy oubit cam’ hir…

‘Are you ready for your steeple-ch… Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baru… You’re booked to ride your capping… You’re booked to ride Vindictive,… To keep him straight, to keep him…

I would have loved: there are no m… I would be great: there is no prid… I would have sung, as doth the nig… The summer’s night beneath the moo… But Saintes hymnes alone in heave…

There is no inn in Snowdon which… Excepting Pen-y-gwrydd (you can’t… Which standeth in the meeting of n… One is the vale of Gwynant, so we… One goes to Capel-Curig, and I c…

Hark! hark! hark! The lark sings high in the dark. The were wolves mutter, the night… The raven croaks from the Raven-s… What care I for his boding groan,

I heard an Eagle crying all alone Above the vineyards through the su… Among the skeletons of robber towe… Because the ancient eyrie of his r… Was trenched and walled by busy-ha…

Yon sound’s neither sheep-bell nor… They’re running-they’re running,… The sport may be lost by a moment’… So whip up the puppies and scurry… Dash down through the cover by din…

Clear and cool, clear and cool, By laughing shallow and dreaming p… Cool and clear, cool and clear, By shining shingle and foaming wei… Under the crag where the ouzel sin…

1 Oh! that we two were Mayi… 2 Down the stream of the soft… 3 Like children with violets p… 4 In the shade of the whisperi… 5 Oh! that we two sat dreami…

There sits a bird on every tree; Sing heigh-ho! There sits a bird on every tree, And courts his love as I do thee; Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!

The King was drinking in Malwood… There came in a monk before them a… He thrust by squire, he thrust by… Stood over against the dais aright… And, 'The word of the Lord, thou…

Wild wild wind, wilt thou never ce… Dark dark night, wilt thou never w… Cold cold church, in thy death sle… The Lent is past, thy Passion her… Peace, faint heart, though the nig…

Dreary East winds howling o’er us… Clay-lands knee-deep spread before… Mire and ice and snow and sleet; Aching backs and frozen feet; Knees which reel as marches quicke…

The merry merry lark was up and si… And the hare was out and feeding o… And the merry merry bells below we… When my child’s laugh rang through… Now the hare is snared and dead be…

See how the autumn leaves float by… Down the wild swirls of the rain-s… So fleet the works of men, back to… Ancient and holy things fade like… Nay! see the spring-blossoms steal…