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TOMMY'S DEAD.

There's a mildew and a mould;

The sun's going out over head,
And I'm very old;

And Tommy's dead.

What am I staying for, boys?
You're all born and bred;
'Tis fifty years and more, boys,
Since wife and I were wed;
And she's gone before, boys;
And Tommy's dead.

She was always sweet, boys,
Upon his curly head;

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;
But it's time I was gone, boys,
For Tommy's dead.

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,
I've such a sleepy head;

LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW.

I shall never more be stout, boys;
You may carry me to bed.
What are you about, boys?
The prayers are all said,
The fire's raked out, boys;
And Tommy's dead.

The stairs are too steep, boys,
You may carry me to the head;

The night's dark and deep, boys,
Your mother's long in bed;
"Tis time to go to sleep, boys;
And Tommy's dead.

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,
And clad it a' wi' lilye flour;

A brawer bower ye ne'er did see
Than my true love he built for me.

LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW.

There came a man, by middle day;
He spied his sport, and went away;
And brought the king that very night,
Who brake my bower, and slew my knight.

He slew my knight, to me sae dear;
He slew my knight, and poined his gear;
My servants all for life did flee,
And left me in extremitie.

I sewed his sheet, making my mane;
I watched the corpse, myself alane;
I watched his body, night and day;
No living creature came that way.

I took his body on my back,

And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat;
I digged a grave, and laid him in,
And happed him wi' the sod sae green.

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,
When I turned about, away to gae?

Nae living man I'll love again,
Since that my lovely knight is slain;
Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair
I'll chain my heart for evermair.

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!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,

"What writest thou?"-The vision raised its 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; "Nay, not so,"

Replied the angel.—Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."

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.

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