1793. John Anderson My Jo And still to love, though press'd with ill, With me is to be lovely still, But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show And should my future lot be cast 44 48 52 William Cowper. JOHN ANDERSON MY JO JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John, John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And monie a canty day, John, 8 1790. Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo! 16 Robert Burns. PIPING DOWN THE VALLEYS PIPING down the valleys wild, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a lamb!" So I piped with merry cheer. "Piper, pipe that song again"; So I piped: he wept to hear. "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; 66 1789. Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" While he wept with joy to hear. Piper, sit thee down and write And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, William Blake. 8 12 16 20 SEPHESTIA'S LULLABY From Menaphon WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; ΙΟ Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; Like pearl drops from a flint, Tears of blood fell from his heart, When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy! Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. 20 The wanton smiled, father wept, More he crow'd, more we cried, 30 Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee! 1589. Robert Greene. FOREIGN LANDS Up into the cherry-tree Who should climb but little me? I saw the next-door garden lie, I saw the dimpling river pass 4 8 12 1885. Sweet and Low If I could find a higher tree To where the roads on either hand Robert Louis Stevenson. 16 20 SWEET AND LOW From The Princess SWEET and low, sweet and low, Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, 8 |