She stares the livelong day; Her wig of gold is stiff and cold And cannot change to grey.
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
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh When the dull day is passing by. I sigh at evening, and again I sigh when night brings sleep to… Oh! it were far better to die
Wee wee husband, Give me some money, I have no comfits, And I have no honey. Wee wee wifie,
Two days ago with dancing glancing… With living lips and eyes: Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies; So pale, yet still so fair. We have not left her yet, not yet…
In the bleak midwinter, frosty win… Earth stood hard as iron, water li… Snow had fallen, snow on snow, sno… In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him,…
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me
Strike the bells wantonly, Tinkle tinkle well; Bring me wine, bring me flowers, Ring the silver bell. All my lamps burn scented oil,
Lie a—bed, Sleepy head, Shut up eyes, bo—peep; Till daybreak Never wake: —
If a mouse could fly, Or if a crow could swim, Or if a sprat could walk and talk, I’d like to be like him. If a mouse could fly,
Blind from my birth, Where flowers are springing I sit on earth All dark. Hark! hark!
Mix a pancake, Stir a pancake, Pop it in the pan; Fry the pancake, Toss the pancake, —
A house of cards Is neat and small: Shake the table, It must fall. Find the Court cards
A pocket handkerchief to hem — Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! How many stitches it will take Before it’s done, I fear. Yet set a stitch and then a stitch…
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,