The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.

The relic taken, what avails the s
The locket, pictureless? O heart
Art thou not worse than that,
Still warm, a vacant nest where lo
Her image nestled closer at my hea

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle—light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see

Before this little gift was come
The little owner had made haste fo
And from the door of where the ete
Looked back on human things and sm
O may this grief remain the only o

Behold, as goblins dark of mien
And portly tyrants dyed with crime
Change, in the transformation scen
At Christmas, in the pantomime,
Instanter, at the prompter’s cough

It’s rainin’. Weet’s the gairden
Weet the lang roads whaur gangrels
A maist unceevil thing o’ God
In mid July —
If ye’ll just curse the sneckdraw,

What are you able to build with yo
Castles and palaces, temples and d
Rain may keep raining, and others
But I can be happy and building a
Let the sofa be mountains, the car

Clinkum—clank in the rain they rid
Down by the braes and the grey sea
Clinkum—clank by stane and cairn,
Weary fa’ their horse—shoe—airn!
Loud on the causey, saft on the sa

Bright is the ring of words
When the right man rings them,
Fair the fall of songs
When the singer sings them.
Still they are carolled and said —

The bed was made, the room was fit
By punctual eve the stars were lit
The air was still, the water ran,
No need was there for maid or man,
When we put up, my ass and I,

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up

Though he, that ever kind and true
Kept stoutly step by step with you
Your whole long, gusty lifetime th
Be gone a while before,
Be now a moment gone before,

Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Ch
Yo—ho—ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for t
Yo—ho—ho, and a bottle of rum!

Grown about by fragrant bushes,
Sunken in a winding valley,
Where the clear winds blow
And the shadows come and go,
And the cattle stand and low

When I am grown to man’s estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.

I have a little shadow that goes i
And what can be the use of him is
He is very, very like me from the
And I see him jump before me, whe
The funniest thing about him is th

I will make you brooches and toys
Of bird—song at morning and star—s
I will make a palace fit for you a
Of green days in forests and blue
I will make my kitchen, and you sh

Sing me a song of a lad that is go
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Mull was astern, Rum on the port,

From breakfast on through all the
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,

How do you like to go up in a swin
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,

As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,

Whenever the moon and stars are se
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires a

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

[First Setting]
Comin thro’ the rye, poor body,
Comin thro’ the rye,
She draigl’t a’ her petticoatie
Comin thro’ the rye.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among t
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a son
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb
Thou stock—dove, whose echo resoun

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous bea
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase th

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wag
Who shall say that Fortune grieve

Wee, modest, crimson—tippèd flow’r
Thou’s met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem:
To spare thee now is past my pow’r

It was a’ for our rightful king
That we left fair Scotland’s stra
It was a’ for our rightful king
We e’er saw Irish land,
My dear,

Is there, for honest poverty,
That hings his head, an’ a’ that?
The coward slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,

Duncan Gray came here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooin o’t!
On blythe Yule night when we were
Ha, ha, the wooin o’t!
Maggie coost her head fu high,

When biting Boreas, fell and dour
Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless b
When Phoebus gies a short—liv’d g
Far south the lift,
Dim—dark’ning thro’ the flaky show

The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or, the stormy north sends driving
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While tumbling brown, the burn com

Ye flowery banks o’ bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu’ o’ care?
Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie

How can I keep my maidenhead,
My maidenhead, my maidenhead;
How can I keep my maidenhead,
Among sae mony men, O.
The Captain bad a guinea for’t,