TRADITIONARY BALLAD. Then, shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, 69 For the Court did not think they were equally wise So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, – That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, TRADITIONARY BALLAD- Mary Howilt. THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON-LOW. A MIDSUMMER LEGEND. "AND where have you been, my Mary, “And what did you see, my Mary, “And what did you hear, my Mary, "I heard the drops of water made, O, tell me all, my Mary, 70 TRADITIONARY BALLAD. 'Then take me on your knee, mother, "And merry was the glee of the harp-strings, But, O, the sound of the talking “And what were the words, my Mary, “I'll tell you all, my mother, But let me have my way! "And some, they played with the water, 'And this,' they said, 'shall speedily turn "For there has been no water O, the miller, how he will laugh "And some, they seized the little winds And each put a horn into his mouth, TRADITIONARY BALLAD. "And there,' said they, 'the merry winds go, Away from every horn; And those shall clear the mildew dank From the blind old widow's corn! 'O, the poor, blind old widow, Though she has been blind so long, She'll be merry enough when the mildew 's gone. And the corn stands stiff and strong!' "And some they brought the brown lint-seed, "O the poor, lame weaver, "And then upspoke a brownie, "I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another, A little sheet for Mary's bed, And an apron for her mother!' “And with that I could not help but laugh, 71 72 TO THE LADY-BIRD. “And all on the top of the Caldon-Low And nothing I saw but the mossy stones "But as I came down from the hill-top, I heard a jar below; How busy the jolly miller was, And how merry the wheel did go ! "And I peeped into the widow's field, "And down by the weaver's croft I stole, But I saw the weaver at his gate, "Now, this is all I heard, mother, So, prythee, make my bed, mother, TO THE LADY-BIRD. - Mrs. Southey. LADY-BIRD! lady-bird! fly away home,- THE ROOK AND THE SPARROW. Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, - The dew's falling fast, and your fine speckled wings Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, The owl's come abroad, and the bat 's on the roarn, Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home, The fairy bells tinkle afar! Make haste, or they 'll catch ye, and harness ye fast With a cobweb to Oberon's car. Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home,- Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home,- 73 THE ROOK AND THE SPARROW.-Miss Lamb A LITTLE boy with crumbs of bread |