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 66 66 PIPING down the valleys wild, And he laughing said to me: Pipe a song about a lamb!" So I piped with merry cheer. 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 In a book, that all may read." And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, 8 12 16 20 William Blake. SEPHESTIA'S LULLABY From Menaphon WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; Father's sorrow, father's joy; ΤΟ 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, Father's sorrow, father's joy! 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 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, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! 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 Father will come to his babe in the nest, Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. 1850. 16 Lord Tennyson. DUTCH LULLABY WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sung a song, The little stars were the herring-fish "Now cast your nets wherever you wish, 12 |