TOMMY'S DEAD. There's a mildew and a mould; The sun's going out over head, And Tommy's dead. What am I staying for, boys? She was always sweet, boys, She knew she'd never see't, boys, And she stole off to bed; I've been sitting up alone, boys, For he'd come home, he said; Put the shutters up, boys; Bring out the beer and bread; Make haste and sup, boys, For my eyes are heavy as lead; There's something wrong i' the cup, boys, There's something ill wi' the bread; I don't care to sup, boys; And Tommy's dead. I'm not right, I doubt, boys, LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW. I shall never more be stout, boys; The stairs are too steep, boys, The night's dark and deep, boys, I'm not used to kiss, boys; You may shake my hand instead. All things go amiss, boys; You may lay me where she is, boys. And I'll rest my old head. 'Tis a poor world, this, boys; And Tommy's dead. SYDNEY DOBELL. LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW. My love he built me a bonny bower, A brawer bower ye ne'er did see LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW. There came a man, by middle day; He slew my knight, to me sae dear; I sewed his sheet, making my mane; I took his body on my back, And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat; But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul' on his vellow hair? O think na ye my heart was wae, Nae living man I'll love again, ANONYMOUS. Exceeding peace had made Bon Athem bold, lind to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" "The vision raid it's head. And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord" "And is mine one," said Abou. "Hey, not to " Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But chearly still; and said, "I pray thee then, me as one, that loves his fellow men... The angel wrote, and venished. The wat with a great wakening light. Write night It came again, адает, and shewd the names whom love of God had bleird, And Co: Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. Leigh Stunt ABOU BEN ADHEM. ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) "What writest thou?"-The vision raised its head, Answered-"The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou; "Nay, not so," Replied the angel.—Abou spoke more low, The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed; And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest! LEIGH HUNT. |