It’s June ag’in, an’ in my soul I… That’s sure to come this time o’ y… For, every June, the Sunday-schoo… Where “fields beyont the swellin’… Where little girls are skeered to…

When thou dost eat from off this p… I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou sweet reverence accord; And, though to dignity inclined,

Ho, pretty bee, did you see my cro… Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin’ on… Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie… Got a lump o’ sugar an’ a posie fo… Only bring back my wee, wee croodl…

Many a beauteous flower doth sprin… From the tears that flood my eyes, And the nightingale doth sing In the burthen of my sighs. If, O child, thou lovest me,

I’m weary of this weather and I h… Which people read of in the psalms… The grassy fields, the leafy woods… And listen to the music of the bro… Or, by the pond out yonder, hear t…

Shall I woo the one or other? Both attract me—more’s the pity! Pretty is the widowed mother, And the daughter, too, is pretty. When I see that maiden shrinking,

Krinken was a little child,- It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white arms out to hi… Calling, ‘Sun-child, come to me;

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nigh… Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do…

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,

The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fe… And there befell the episode I no… 'T wuz in the year uv sixty-nine,—… There hove in sight one afternoon… His name wuz Silas Pettibone,—a’…

Of mornings, bright and early, When the lark is on the wing And the robin in the maple Hops from her nest to sing, From yonder cheery chamber

The little toy dog is covered with… But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red… And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog w…

A bottle tree bloometh in Winkywa… Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ship… That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babi… Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by…

When our babe he goeth walking in… Around his tinkling feet the sunbe… The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him… As fareth he upon his kingly way;

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isl… In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed b… And the ocean loves to wander. Fragrant the vines that mantle tho…