Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling floo… Bespeak the birth of spring, Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart

Fair is the castle up on the hill— Hushaby, sweet my own! The night is fair, and the waves a… And the wind is singing to you and… In this lowly home beside the sea—

Her nature is the sea’s, that smil… A radiant maiden in the moon’s sof… The unsuspecting seaman sets his s… Forgetful of the fury of her gales… To-morrow, mad with storms, the oc…

(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into t… Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in a sea of white— A ghostly shadow in ghostly light,

At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scof… Ffor that a romping wench was shee… “Now marke this rede,” they bade h… “Forsooken sholde your folly bee!” But Madge, ye hoyden, laught &amp…

(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one… Set out in a great big ship— Steamed to the ocean adown the bay Out of a New York slip.

When in the halcyon days of old,… I used to fish in pickerel ponds f… And oh, the bitter sadness with wh… When I rambled home at nightfall… And, oh, the indignation and the v…

As forth he pours the new made win… What blessing asks the lyric poet— What boon implores in this fair sh… Of one full likely to bestow it? Not for Sardinia’s plenteous stor…

To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl… Strays o’er the meads where daisie… Or, ling’ring where the brooklets… Laves in the cool, refreshing flow… To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host

I’d like a stocking made for a gia… And a meeting house full of toys, Then I’d go out in a happy hunt For the poor little girls and boys… Up the street and down the street,

It’s when the birds go piping and… That, clamoring for his dinner, ou… Then it’s sleep no more for baby,… For, when he wants his dinner, why… And of that lacteal fluid he parta…

“Give me my bow,” said Robin Hood… “An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou tha… For there my grave shall be.” Then Little John did make no sign…

He placed a rose in my nut-brown h… A deep red rose with a fragrant he… And said: 'We’ll set this day apa… So sunny, so wondrous fair.' His face was full of a happy light…

Little All-Aloney’s feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere perchance he fall.

How cool and fair this cellar wher… My throne a dusky cask is; To do no thing but just to sing And drown the time my task is. The cooper he’s