Sweet Lucy Gray of Allendale.
Bleak blows the wind, keen beats the rain,
Upon my cottage in the vale;
Long may I mourn, a lonely swain,
For Lucy Gray of Allendale.
HALTWHISTLE FAIR.
The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May,
When most of the neighbours began to look gay,
Such brushing, and washing, and dressing was there,