POETRY. LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF. O, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, The woods and the glens from the tower which we see, O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, * 2 THE OLD MAN IN THE WOOD. There was an old man who lived in a wood, He thought he could do more work in one day "With all my heart," the old dame said; You shall stay at home to-day, "But you must milk the tiny cow, "And you must watch the speckled hen, Not forgetting the spool of yarn The old woman took the stick in her hand, And went to follow the plow; The old man put the pail on his head, But Tiny she winced, and Tiny she flinched, And Tiny gave him a kick on the shin, And a "Ho, Tiny!" and a "So, Tiny! If ever I milk you again," he said, And then he went to feed the pigs He knocked his nose against the shed, And then he watched the speckled hen, But he quite forgot the spool of yarn |