This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer

O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of

For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes

Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…

what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail

Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for

the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake

Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad

O, enough, we live - 0,and a life, O, with large results 0 and, so Little rife, O thy see it bearable 0 and see It worth,

Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane

I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so

O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights

I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor