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| A great while ago the world began | [58] |
| A life on the ocean wave | [130] |
| As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow | [85] |
| At Flores in the Azores, Sir Richard Grenville lay | [122] |
| A wet sheet and a flowing sea | [86] |
| Bless the Lord, O my soul | [152] |
| Blow, blow, thou winter wind | [98] |
| Boats sail on the rivers | [38] |
| Boot, saddle, to horse and away | [93] |
| By the rude bridge that arched the flood | [134] |
| Call for the robin redbreast and the wren | [70] |
| Come, dear children, let us away | [73] |
| Come follow, follow me | [64] |
| Come unto these yellow sands | [57] |
| Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander | [49] |
| Do you ask what the birds say? the sparrow, the dove | [59] |
| Entreat me not to leave thee | [55] |
| Faintly as tolls the evening chime | [105] |
| Fair Daffodils, we weep to see | [89] |
| From gold to gray | [119] |
| From Oberon, in fairy land | [91] |
| Full fathom five thy father lies | [67] |
| God of our fathers, known of old | [141] |
| Good-bye, good-bye to Summer | [60] |
| Hark, hark, the dogs do bark | [33] |
| Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings | [68] |
| Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee | [120] |
| He clasps the crag with crooked hands | [131] |
| He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most high | [113] |
| How sleep the brave who sink to rest | [130] |
| Hush thee, my babby | [35] |
| Hush! the waves are rolling in | [49] |
| I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers | [116] |
| I come from haunts of coot and hern | [82] |
| I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me | [46] |
| In winter I get up at night | [40] |
| I saw a ship a-sailing | [36] |
| I saw you toss the kites on high | [56] |
| I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he | [108] |
| It was the schooner Hesperus | [100] |
| I wandered lonely as a cloud | [135] |
| Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way | [58] |
| Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving | [54] |
| Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep | [35] |
| Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn | [34] |
| Little Lamb, who made thee | [51] |
| Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place | [132] |
| Minnie and Winnie lived in a shell | [50] |
| Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold | [140] |
| My heart leaps up when I behold | [70] |
| Now fades the last long streak of snow | [107] |
| Of speckled eggs the birdie sings | [37] |
| Oh, hush thee, my babie! thy sire was a knight | [63] |
| Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh-ho | [44] |
| O Lord, our Lord | [79] |
| O Mary, go and call the cattle home | [104] |
| Over hill, over dale | [69] |
| O wedding-guest! this soul hath been | [106] |
| Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day | [71] |
| Pease porridge hot | [33] |
| Pibroch of Donuil Dhu | [117] |
| Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been | [33] |
| Queen and huntress, chaste and fair | [84] |
| Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | [65] |
| Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness | [137] |
| Sleep, baby, sleep, our cottage vale is deep | [34] |
| Sleep, baby, sleep, thy father is tending the sheep | [41] |
| Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king | [53] |
| Sweet and low, sweet and low | [47] |
| The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold | [111] |
| The cock is crowing | [72] |
| The curfew tolls the knell of parting day | [146] |
| The friendly cow, all red and white | [39] |
| The gorse is yellow on the heath | [97] |
| The heavens declare the glory of God | [94] |
| The king sits in Dunfermline town | [142] |
| The Lord is my shepherd | [42] |
| The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year | [99] |
| The Northern Star sailed over the bar | [96] |
| The rain is raining all around | [37] |
| The splendour falls on castle walls | [81] |
| The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh | [65] |
| The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing | [90] |
| The world is so full of a number of things | [37] |
| The year's at the spring | [67] |
| This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign | [136] |
| Three mice went into a hole to spin | [34] |
| Under the greenwood tree | [88] |
| Up the airy mountain | [52] |
| Up, up, ye dames, ye lasses gay | [73] |
| Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town | [35] |
| What does little birdie say | [41] |
| When cats run home and light is come | [58] |
| When children are playing alone on the green | [61] |
| When daffodils begin to peer | [58] |
| Whenever the moon and stars are set | [39] |
| When icicles hang by the wall | [68] |
| When I was sick and lay a-bed | [45] |
| When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy | [62] |
| Where lies the land to which the ship would go | [87] |
| Where the bee sucks, there suck I | [57] |
| Whither, 'midst falling dew | [139] |
| Who has seen the wind | [38] |
| Who is Sylvia? what is she | [121] |
| Who would true valour see | [115] |
| You spotted snakes with double tongue | [47] |