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... , dinna greit ; Moder doth rock her sweete , Balow , my boy ! Give mee thy lyttel hand , Moder will hold it and - Lead thee to balow land , Balow , my boy ! - THE BIBLIOMANIAC'S PRAYER . KEEP me , I pray , OLD ENGLISH LULLABY . 17.
... , dinna greit ; Moder doth rock her sweete , Balow , my boy ! Give mee thy lyttel hand , Moder will hold it and - Lead thee to balow land , Balow , my boy ! - THE BIBLIOMANIAC'S PRAYER . KEEP me , I pray , OLD ENGLISH LULLABY . 17.
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... GIVE " An arrow give to me ; And where ' t is shot mark thou that spot , For there my grave shall be . " Then Little John did make no sign , And not a word he spake ; But he smiled , altho ' with mickle woe His heart was like to break ...
... GIVE " An arrow give to me ; And where ' t is shot mark thou that spot , For there my grave shall be . " Then Little John did make no sign , And not a word he spake ; But he smiled , altho ' with mickle woe His heart was like to break ...
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... give my life , and give it gladly ! HORACE . What if ma belle from favor fell , And I made up my mind to shake her , Would Lydia , then , Come back again And to her quondam flame betake her ? LYDIA . My other beau should surely go , And ...
... give my life , and give it gladly ! HORACE . What if ma belle from favor fell , And I made up my mind to shake her , Would Lydia , then , Come back again And to her quondam flame betake her ? LYDIA . My other beau should surely go , And ...
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... give me back my heavenly child , - My love ! " the rose in anguish cried ; Alas ! the sky triumphant smiled , And so the flower , heart - broken , died . 3 A ORKNEY LULLABY . MOONBEAM floateth from the skies , MOTHER AND CHILD . 33.
... give me back my heavenly child , - My love ! " the rose in anguish cried ; Alas ! the sky triumphant smiled , And so the flower , heart - broken , died . 3 A ORKNEY LULLABY . MOONBEAM floateth from the skies , MOTHER AND CHILD . 33.
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... Give me the harmless morceau That's made of true - blue milk ! No matter what conditions Dyspeptic come to feaze , The best of all physicians Is apple - pie and cheese ! Though ribalds may decry ' em , For these twin boons we stand ...
... Give me the harmless morceau That's made of true - blue milk ! No matter what conditions Dyspeptic come to feaze , The best of all physicians Is apple - pie and cheese ! Though ribalds may decry ' em , For these twin boons we stand ...
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Ailsie allwais angel song angels apple-pie and cheese awaye bairn Balow bein Blynken bonnie camp Cantell Casey Casey's tabble dote cheer conversazzhyony cried croodlin doo Dana dear Lord dearie Denver dream eyes face fair fellers ffor Flanders fountain of Bandusia gold greenwood tree harte hath havin hear heart heerd HORACE Hushaby kind uv king kiss Krinken Little Boy Blue little child little Mack little toy lolly lollyby LULLABY lyttel boy Madge maiden Nis mamma's moder mother never night long Noo York Sun opinyin uv perceed Pettibone play Pyrrha Red Hoss Mountain Robin Robin Hood rockaby Rooze saveth sea-king sech shee sing singin Sir Tomas sleep smile soche sollum song soubrette spake summer sweet swete thing thou Three-fingered Hoover to-day toy dog TWENTY-THIRD PSALM unto voice Whoppers wich wine wuz n't ye hoyden yonder Yvytot
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Page 128 - WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!
Page 9 - And don't you make any noise ! " So toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamt of the pretty toys. And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue, — Oh, the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true. Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little...
Page 8 - The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 201 - I love you so! You are too young to know it now — But some time you shall know. Some time, when in a darkened place Where others come to weep, Your eyes shall look upon a face Calm in eternal sleep; The voiceless lips, the wrinkled brow, The patient smile, shall show!
Page 92 - THE sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is the song the storm-king sings, As over the world his cloak he flings : "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;" He rustles his wings and gruffly sings : "Sleep, little one, sleep.
Page 128 - That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod, The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea "Now cast your nets wherever you wish Never afeard are we...
Page 129 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
Page 9 - And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue — Oh! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through) In the dust of that little chair, '^ What has become of our Little...
Page 113 - OLEEP, little pigeon, and fold your wings, — Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes ; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging — Swinging the nest where her little one lies. Away out yonder I see a star, — Silvery star with a tinkling song ; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling — Calling and tinkling the night along.
Page 75 - And to my listening ear this lonely thing Ever a song of ocean seemed to sing — Ever a tale of ocean seemed to tell.