INDEX OF FIRST LINES Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase). About Yule, when the wind blew cool, A chieftain to the Highlands bound . A good sword and a trusty hand! An ancient story I'll tell you anon Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Behold, the Lord God will come with a strong hand, Between the dark and the daylight "Bunches of grapes," says Timothy, By the flow of the inland river, Come, dear children, let us away; Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? Dance to the beat of the rain, little Fern, . Gin a body meet a body, 66 Give me of your bark, O Birch Tree! . Half a league, half a league, PAGE 23 121 64 89 117 70 107 104 172 54 93 143 48 16 87 150 94 201 67 73 113 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; PAGE 31 182 I02 182 15 171 90 202 I wander'd lonely as a cloud It was a tall young oysterman lived by the riverside, It was Earl Haldan's daughter It was the time when lilies blow I wish I were where Helen lies! Jog on, jog on the footpath way, . John Gilpin was a citizen King Canute was weary-hearted King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, Listen, my children, and you shall hear Lord Lovel was standing at his stable door 20 185 46 97 160 146 124 58 164 81 51 Maxwelton braes are bonnie 68 My country, 'tis of thee 19 My heart's in the highlands, my heart is not here Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 157 Oh, Falmouth is a fine town with ships in the bay, 141 "Oh, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west Proud Maisie is in the wood Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath bells! Robins in the tree-top So nigh is grandeur to our dust "So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine; Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant-king The air for the wing of the sparrow The Hag is astride, The heavens declare the glory of God; The hunt is up, the hunt is up, The king sits in Dunfermline town, There came a ghost to Margaret's door There came a youth upon the earth . There chanced to be a peddler bold, There lived a wife at Usher's Well, There's something in the air There were three ladies lived in a bower, The splendor falls on castle walls. They drive home the cows from the pasture. PAGE, 118 ΙΟΙ 62 179 22 188 17 80 The summer and autumn had been so wet The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home; Tiger, tiger, burning bright. To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claverhouse who spoke: Trample! trample ! went the roan, |
