viii ALPHABETICAL INDEX. Oh, say what is that thing.. Old King Cole On the green banks of Shannon Over the mountains, &c. :::: Pealing from the grey church-tower (The 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 dusky night rides down the sky .. :::::::::: The fox and the cat as they travelled, &c. The last rose of summer The loud wind roared There is a flower (The Daisy)" There went three kings (John Barleycorn) '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 52 34 28 57 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. LITTLE guest with merry throat, In my chimney safely dwell; THERE is a flow'r, a little flow'r, In gay but quick succession shine; 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, In every clime, in every place, 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, For thou art out at early morn, Just as op'ning flowers are born, Thou on eager wing art flown, Or to revel 'mid the broom, 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 And led to the feast his blind brother the And the Snail, with his horns peeping out Came from a great distance—the length of A mushroom their table, and on it was laid 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; 3 |