O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight O my luve's like a red, red rose O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you O where ha'e ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? O wilt thou go wi' me? Of speckled eggs the birdie sings Oft in the stilly night Oft when, returning with her loaded bill Oh fireflies, fireflies, light all your candles Oh, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale Oh! thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west Old Meg she was a gypsy. On Linden, when the sun was low On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray Piping down the valleys wild Queen and Huntress chaste and fair . Sabrina fair, listen where thou art sitting. Sleep, sleep, beauty bright Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Tell me where is fancy bred That way look, my infant, lo! The baron hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea The cock is crowing. The days are cold, the nights are long The mellow year is hasting to its close The splendor falls on castle walls The sun descending in the west The sun does arise The sun rises bright in France The sweet season, that bud and bloom forth brings The thirsty earth soaks up the rain The trumpets' loud clangor The twilight is sad and cloudy. The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing Then as a nimble squirrel from the wood. Under my window, under my window Up in the morning's no' for me Up the airy mountain Up, up, ye dames and lasses gay Up with me! up with me into the clouds. Wake now, my love, awake! for it is time Welcome, maids of honor What does little birdie say What wondrous life is this I lead When all the world is young, lad When tender ewes, brought home with evening sun. Where the pools are bright and deep . Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush You know, we French stormed Ratisbon |