When icicles hang by the wall.
When first I saw sweet Peggy
When first my brave Johnnie lad
When tender ewes, brought home with evening sun
When the cows come home the milk is coming
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy
When the voices of children are heard on the green
Where lies the land to which the ship would go
Where the bee sucks, there suck I.
Where the pools are bright and deep
While larks with little wings
Whither away, fair neat-herdess
Who is Sylvia? What is she
Who would be a mermaid fair
Who would be a merman bold.
Why weep ye by the tide, ladye
With fair Ceres, Queen of Grain
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush
Word was brought to the Danish king
You know, we French stormed Ratisbon
You spotted snakes with double tongue
Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn