On Hounslow Heath - and close beside the road, As western travellers may oft have seen, - A little house some years ago there stood, A minikin abode; And built like Mr. Birkbeck's, all of wood:...
One Sunday morning - service done - 'Mongst tombstones shining in the sun, A knot of bumpkins stood to chat Of that and this, and this and that; What people said of Polly Hatch -...
Thou happy, happy elf! (But stop, - first let me kiss away that tear) - Thou tiny image of myself! (My love, he's poking peas into his ear!) Thou merry, laughing sprite! With spirits feather-light,...
Oh, when I was a tiny boy, My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind! - No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a look behind!...
There's some is born with their straight legs by natur - And some is born with bow-legs from the first - And some that should have grow'd a good deal straighter, But they were badly nurs'd,...
"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!" Thus I heard a father cry, "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!" The brat will never shut an eye; Hither come, some power divine! Close his lids, or open mine! ...