Merry little Margery
With her hair all yellow.
Little Willie in his heart
Is a sailor on the sea,
And he often cons a chart
With sister Margery.
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Three plum buns
In the clover meadow,For we have walked a mile.One for you, and one for me,And one left over:Give it to the boy who shoutsTo scare sheep from the clover.
Love came down at Christmas,
Love was born at Christmas,Star and angels gave the sign.Worship we the Godhead,Love incarnate, love divine;Worship we our Jesus:But wherewith for sacred sign?Love shall be our token,Love shall be yours and love be mine,Love to God and to all men,Love for plea and gift and sign.
I have a little husband
The winds that whistle round his shipFly home to me.The winds that sigh about meReturn again to him;So I would fly, if only IWere light of limb.
‘There’s a footstep coming: look out and see,’
No one cometh across the lea.’—‘There’s a footstep coming; O sister, look.’—‘The ripple flashes, the white foam dashes;No one cometh across the brook.’—‘But he promised that he would come:To-night, to-morrow, in joy or sorrow,He must keep his word, and must come home.‘For he promised that he would come:His word was given; from earth or heaven,He…
If a pig wore a wig,
Treat him as a gentleman,And say ‘Good day.’If his tail chanced to fail,What could we do? –Send him to the tailoressTo get one new.
I dug and dug amongst the snow,
I dug and dug amongst the sand,And still no green thing came to hand.Melt, O snow! the warm winds blowTo thaw the flowers and melt the snow;But all the winds from every landWill rear no blossom from the sand.