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—

The Blue and the Gray collided on… In the future great town of Misso… And if all that we hear is the tru… That they tackled each other with… While the weather waxed hot they h…

In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to go; It’s their playing, romping, swing…

‘T is when the lark goes soaring And the bee is at the bud, When lightly dancing zephyrs Sing over field and flood; When all sweet things in nature

See, what a wonderful garden is he… Planted and trimmed for my Little… Posies so gaudy and grass of such… Search ye the country and hunt ye… And never ye’ll meet with a garden…

How calm, how beauteous and how co… How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent poo… That in this quiet forest lies. The sunshine ripples on its face,

To the willows of the brookside The mill wheel sings to-day— Sings and weeps, As the brooklet creeps Wondering on its way;

SAILOR You, who have compassed land and s… Now all unburied lie; All vain your store of human lore, For you were doomed to die.

I’m a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys… As up the street we come, Wonderful is our noise! There’s Tom, and Jim, and Phil,

One asketh: “Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What’s the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When from harvest toil we rest?

If I were Francois Villon and Fr… What would it matter to me how the… _He_ would in sweaty anguish toil… And still not keep the prowling, g… But, with my valiant bottle and my…

The angel host that sped last nigh… Bearing the wondrous news afar, Came in their ever-glorious flight Unto a slumbering little star. ‘Awake and sing, O star!’ they cr…

God rest you, Chrysten gentil men… Wherever you may be,— God rest you all in fielde or hall… Or on ye stormy sea; For on this morn oure Chryst is b…

Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now… Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about, Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allo… Lived next neighbors twenty years,

Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many,