I need you, my darling, my darling, I shrink from the jar that it makes. Old doubts make my spirit their own, Oh, come through the darkness and save me; For I am alone. A Roundelay BY PETER A. MOTTEUX. Man is for woman made, As the sceptre to be sway'd, Be she widow, wife, or maid, An Original Love Song ANONYMOUS. He struggled to kiss her. She struggled the same But, as smitten by lightning, he heard her exclaim, But when he returned with a wild fiendish laugh, And threaten'd by main force to carry her off, When he meekly approached, and sat down at her feet, That she would forgive him, and try to be sweet, Then softly he wispered, "How could you do so? But come thou with me, to the parson we'll go; Song BY JOSEPH ADDISON. Echo, tell me, while I wander If he loves, as is the fashion, Should I churlishly forsake him? Fondly to my bosom take him? Thy advice then I'll adhere to, Night and Morning BY EUGENE FIELD. Low hanging in a cloud of burnished gold, The sleepy sun lay dreaming; And where, pearl-wrought, the Orient gates unfold, Wide ocean realms were gleaming. Within the night he rose and stole away, And, like a gem adorning, Blazed o'er the sea upon the breast of day,— And everywhere was morning. Sally in our Alley BY HENRY CAREY. Of all the girls that are so smart! She is the darling of my heart, There is no lady in the land Her father he makes cabbage nets, And through the street does cry 'em; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy 'em; But shure such folks could ne'er beget She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm drest all in my best My master carries me to church, I leave the church in sermon time She is the darling of my heart, The "Old, Old Song" BY CHARLES KINGSLEY. When all the world is young, lad, and all the trees are are green; And every goose a swan, lad, and every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, and round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day. When all the world is old, lad, and all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, and all the wheels run down; Creep home and take your place there, the spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there you loved when all was young. A Trip to Toy-Land And how do you get to Toy-land? And go on tip-toes, It's only a minute to Toy-land. And ho! but it's gay in Toy-land, That never will bite, You'll meet on the highways in Toy-land. Society's fine in Toy-land, The dollies all think it a joy-land, And tin soldiers regulate Toy-land. There's fun all the year in Toy-land, And steamers are run, And steam-cars, for fun, They're wound up with keys down in Toy-land. Bold jumping-jacks thrive in Toy-land; And bright are the dreams And sunny the beams That gladden the faces in Toy-land. How long do you live in Toy-land? We stay as a guest, Then good-by, forever, to Toy-land! *From "A Little Book of Tribune Verse by Eugene Field," edited by Joseph G. Brown. Tandy, Wheeler & Co., Denver. |