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ALPHABETICAL INDEX.

Oh, say what is that thing..

Old King Cole

On the green banks of Shannon

Over the mountains, &c.

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Pealing from the grey church-tower (The
Church Bells)

Pretty little feather'd fellow

Swallow that on rapid wing

Sweet bird, enchantress

Sweet lab'rer mid the summer's, &c.

Sweet to the early wayfarer

"Tis merry morn (The Captive Lark)
The bee is humming

The dusky night rides down the sky
The fly about the candle gay

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The fox and the cat as they travelled, &c.

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The last rose of summer

The loud wind roared

There is a flower (The Daisy)"

There went three kings (John Barleycorn)
To-morrow the fox

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'Twas on a chill, &c. ..

Welcome red and roundy sun

Will you walk into my parlour

With merry blue eyes

What shall we have for dinner, &c.

When first I went a little miss

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N.B.-The numbers here referred to also correspond with the numbers of the tunes in the Young Singer's Book of Songs.

PART III.

ON GENERAL SUBJECTS.

1.

The Lady-bird.

O LADY-BIRD, Lady-bird, fly away home! The squirrel and field-mouse have gone to their nest;

The daisies have shut up their sleepy red

eyes,

The bees and the insects and birds are at rest.

O Lady-bird, Lady-bird, fly away home! The glow-worm is lighting his glittering lamp;

The dew's falling fast, and your fine speckled wings

Will be moisten'd and wet with the closeclinging damp.

O Lady-bird, Lady-bird, fly away home! The sweet little fairy bells tinkle afar; Make haste, or they'll catch you and harness you fast

With a gossamer cobweb to Oberon's car.

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LITTLE guest with merry throat,
Chirping by the taper light,
Come, prolong thy blithesome note,
Welcome songster of the night.
Here enjoy a calm retreat,

In my chimney safely dwell;
No rude hand thy haunt shall beat,
Or chase thee from thy lonely cell.
Come, recount me all thy woes,
While around us sighs the gale;
Or, rejoiced to find repose,
Charm me with a merry tale.

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THERE is a flow'r, a little flow'r,
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes ev'ry passing hour,
And weathers ev'ry changeful sky.
The prouder beauties of the field

In gay but quick succession shine;
Race after race their honours yield,
They bloom their day, and then decline.
The purple heath, and golden broom,
On moory mountains catch the gale;
O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume,

The humble violet in the vale; But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill,

And peeps around the fox's den.

Within the garden's cultured round,
It shares the sweet carnation's bed;
And blooms on consecrated ground,
In honour of the silent dead.
The lambkin crops its crimson gem,
The wild bee murmurs on its breast,
The blue fly bends its pensile stem
Light o'er the skylark's hidden nest.

In every clime, in every place,
In every season, fresh and fair,
It opens with perennial grace,

And sweetly blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The Rose has but a summer reign, The modest Daisy never dies.

MONTGOMERY.

4.

The Hive-Bee.

CHILD of patient industry,
Little active busy Bee:

For thou art out at early morn,

Just as op'ning flowers are born,

Thou on eager wing art flown,
Where the thyme grows on the down;
Or, where the cowslips hang their heads,
In the green and grassy meads.

Or to revel 'mid the broom,
Or the clover's crimson bloom;
Or by the hedge-rows, where the dew
Glitters on the harebell blue.

And there came the Beetle so blind and so

black,

Who carried the Emmet his friend on his

back;

And there came the Gnat and the Dragonfly too,

And all their relations, green, orange, and blue.

And there came the Moth in his plumage of down,

And the Hornet in jacket of yellow and brown,

Who with him the Wasp his companion did bring;

But they promis'd that ev'ning to lay by their sting.

And the sly little Dormouse crept out of
his hole,

And led to the feast his blind brother the
Mole;

And the Snail, with his horns peeping out
from his shell,

Came from a great distance—the length of
an ell.

A mushroom their table, and on it was laid
A water-dock leaf, which a tablecloth made;
The viands were various, to each of their

taste,

And the Bee brought his honey to crown the repast.

There close on his haunches, so solemn and wise,

The Frog from a corner look'd up to the skies;

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