John Bull for pastime took a prance John Gilpin was a citizen of credit and renown Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay May the Babylonish curse Men, dying, make their wills, but wives 225 141 39 4I 205 68 282 226 237 no moon! Nay, I cannot come into the garden just now 66 Now the Widow McGee . Now there was Uncle Elnathan Shaw O come and be my mate!" said the Eagle to the Hen O cool in the summer is salad. O my earliest love, who, ere I number'd 294 9 62 108 43 222 66 53 73 O what harper could worthily harp it O will ye choose to hear the news. Oh, listen to the tale of Mister William, if you please 342 Oh, 'tis time I should talk to your mother. Oh, whar shill we go w'en de great day comes Oh, yes, we've be'n fixin' up some sence we sold that 21 274 113 26 PAGE Old Peter led a wretched life. On deck, beneath the awning. On me he shall ne'er put a ring On, on, my brown Arab, away, away On the eighth day of March it was, some people say One morning when Spring was in her teens Row-diddy, dow de, my little sis Sam Brown was a fellow from way down East Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden · She laid it where the sunbeams fall She wrote to her daddy in Portland, Maine, from out in Denver, Col. Sly Beelzebub took all occasions 92 'Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil! 372 287 Swans sing before they die: 'twere no bad thing Sweet Nea! for your lovely sake The auld wife sat at her ivied door The beauteous Ethel's father has a The blessed Poster-girl leaned out The editor sat with his head in his hands The frugal crone, whom praying priests attend The mountain and the squirrel The "Orchids" were as tough a crowd. 148 188 19 The sun was shining on the sea "There is no God," the wicked saith There was a lady liv'd at Leith There was a negro preacher, I have heard There was once a little man, and his rod and line he There were three sailors of Bristol city There's doubtless something in domestic doings 76 200 236 371 There's some is born with their straight legs by natur 233 They tell us that Woman was made of a rib Thou happy, happy elf! Thou shalt have one God only; who Thou who, when fears attack. Tim Turpin he was gravel blind To Lake Aghmoogenegamook "To me, I swear, you're a volume rare 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 'Twas on a lofty vase's side . 'Twas on the shores that round our coast Two webfoot brothers loved a fair Two Yankee wags, one summer day Uncle Peter Tascus Runnels has been feeble some of Upon ane stormy Sunday We love thee, Ann Maria Smith Well, if ever I saw such another man since my mother bound my head Werther had a love for Charlotte We've fought with many men acrost the seas What, he on whom our voices unanimously ran When Chapman billies leave the street When like a bud my Julia blows When man and maiden meet, I like to see a drooping eye When Mary Ann Dollinger got the skule daown thar PAGE 96 268 Where shall I begin with the endless delights Which I wish to remark Who has e'er been in London, that overgrown place. 292 shop Why is it the children don't love me Will there never come a season With due condescension, I'd call your attention Years years ago, -ere yet my dreams Yes, I got another Johnny; but he was to Number One You may notch it on de palin's as a mighty resky plan 271 You Wi'yum, cum 'ere, suh, dis minute. Wut dat you got under dat box? Young Ben he was a nice young man Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn 347 257 71 228 158 218 309 |