O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight
O mount and go

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, Mary, go and call the cattle home

Oh! thou that swing'st upon the waving ear
Oh to be in England.

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

On the sward at the cliff top

Once into a quiet village

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.
Scots, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled

See the chariot at hand here of love

Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
She is a winsome wee thing
Shepherds all and maidens fair.
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright

So now is come our joyful'st feast

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
Stand by the Flag. Its stars like meteors gleaming.
Stars of the summer night

Tell me where is fancy bred

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The evening comes, the fields are still

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 frugal snail with forecast of repose
The gard'ner stands in his bower door
The gorse is yellow on the heath
The grass so little has to do

The greenhouse is my summer seat

The mellow year is hasting to its close
The morns are meeker than they were
The mountain and the squirrel .

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat

The poetry of earth is never dead

The rose upon my balcony, the morning air perfuming
The sea! the sea! the open sea

The splendor falls on castle walls

The sweet season, that bud and bloom forth brings

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing
The year's at the spring

Then as a nimble squirrel from the wood.
There is a reaper whose name is Death
There the wrinkled, old Nokomis
There was a sound of revelry by night
There was a youth and a well-beloved youth
Thou blossom bright with morning dew
Three fishers went sailing out into the West
Threescore o' nobles rade to the king's ha'
Through the shrubs as I gan crack
Thy tuwhits are lull'd I wot
Toll for the brave

To sea, to sea! the calm is o'er

Tread lightly here, for here 'tis said.
'Twas on a Monday morning
Twist me a crown of wind-flowers

Under a spreading chestnut tree

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.
Upon a day, as Love lay sweetly slumbering

Waken, lords and ladies gay

Wake now, my love, awake! for it is time
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town
We knew it would rain, for all the morn
We were crowded in the cabin.
Welcome, maids of honor

What does little birdie say

What wondrous life is this I lead

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When all the world is young, lad
When cats run home, and light is come

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

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