With toys and painted fruit. A blade of grass in a rocky cleft; -Why should I sorrow if all be lost, To-day she may be speeding on bright If only a single bluebell gleams Bright on the barren heath, Still of that flower the Summer dreams, Not of his August wreath. - Why should I sorrow if thou art mine, Love, beyond change and death? If only once on a wintry day The sun shines forth in the blue, He gladdens the groves till they laugh as in May And dream of the touch of the dew. - Why should I sorrow if all be false, If only thou art true? THE OLD MAID SHE gave her life to love. She never knew What other women give their all to gain. Others were fickle. She was passing true. She gave pure love, and faith without a stain. Hurry along, sorrow and song, NANCY LEE Of all the wives as e'er you know, Yeo-ho! lads ho! Yeo-ho! See there she stands an' waves her hands upon the quay, And ev'ry day when I'm away, she 'll watch for me, An' whisper low, when tempests blow for Jack at Sea, Yeo-ho! lads ho! Yeo-ho! The sailor's wife the sailor's star shall Waifs that drift to the shade or sun? An' Gone away with their songs and sorrow; Only the river still flows on. Jack at sea, Nancy's face to bless the place, an' welcome me ; Yeo-ho! lads ho! Yeo-ho! The boa's'n pipes the watch below, Yeo-ho! lads ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! Then here's a health afore we go, Yeo-ho! lads ho! Yeo-ho! A long long life to my sweet wife and mates at sea; An' keep our bones from Davy Jones where'er we be, An' may you meet a mate as sweet as Nancy Lee; Yeo-ho! lads ho! Yeo-ho! The sailor's wife the sailor's star shall be, Yeo-ho! we go across the sea; The sailor's wife the sailor's star shall be, The sailor's wife his star shall be. A BIRD IN THE HAND THERE were three young maids of Lee, There were three young maids of They were fair as fair can be, There are three old maids of Lee, Now if any one chanced- 't is a chance remote One single charm in these maids to note, For they all are willing as willing can be. He may take the one, or the two, or the three, If he 'll only take them away from Lee. These three old maids of Lee. DOUGLAS GORDON "Row me o'er the strait, Douglas Gordon, Row me o'er the strait, my love," said she, "Where we greeted in the summer, Douglas Gordon, Beyond the little Kirk by the old, old Never a word spoke Douglas Gordon, They floated to the little Kirk, "Give me a word of love, Douglas Gordon, Just a word of pity, O my love," said she, "For the bells will ring to-morrow, Douglas Gordon, My wedding bells, my love, but not for you and me. They told me you were false, Douglas And you never came to comfort me!" As they drifted to the little Kirk, "And it's never, never, never, Douglas Gordon, Never in this world that you may come DARBY AND JOAN DARBY dear, we are old and gray, Darby dear, when the world went wry, Darby, dear, but my heart was wild Darby, dear, 't was your loving hand Hand in hand when our life was May, Hand in hand when the long night-tide |