Rhymes for the Young Folk

A bright yellow Primrose blowing in the Spring!
The stooping boughs above me,
The wandering bee to love me,
The fern and moss to creep across,
And the Elm-tree for our king!

Nay – stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree,
A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay!
The winds would set them dancing,
The sun and moonshine glancing,
The Birds would house among the boughs,
And sweetly sing!

O – no! I wish I were a Robin,
A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go;
Through forest, field, or garden,
And ask no leave or pardon,
Till Winter comes with icy thumbs
To ruffle up our wing.

Well – tell! Where should I fly to,
Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell?
Before a day was over,
Home comes the rover,
For Mother's kiss, – sweeter this
Than any other thing!

I SAW A LITTLE BIRDIE FLY

I saw a little Birdie fly,
Merrily piping came he;
"Whom d'ye sing to, Bird?" said I;
"Sing? – I sing to Amy!"

"Very sweet you sing," I said;
"Then," quoth he, "to pay me,
Give one little crumb of bread,
A little smile from Amy."

"Just," he sings, "one little smile;
O, a frown would slay me!
Thanks, and now I'm gone awhile, —
Fare-you-well, dear Amy!"

A MOUNTAIN ROUND

(Tyrol.)

Take hands, merry neighbours, for dancing the round!
Moonlight is fair and delicious the air;
From valley to valley our music shall sound,
And startle the wolf in his lair.
From summits of snow to the forest below,
Let vulture and crow hear the echoes, O-ho! (O-ho!)
While shadow on meadow in dancing the round
Goes whirligig, pair after pair!

THE LEPRACAUN;

OR,

FAIRY SHOEMAKER

I

Little Cowboy, what have you heard,
Up on the lonely rath's green mound?
Only the plaintive yellow bird
Sighing in sultry fields around,
Chary, chary, chary, chee-ee! —
Only the grasshopper and the bee? —
"Tip-tap, rip-rap,
Tick-a-tack-too!
Scarlet leather sewn together,
This will make a shoe.
Left, right, pull it tight;
Summer days are warm;
Underground in winter,
Laughing at the storm!"
Lay your ear close to the hill.
Do you not catch the tiny clamour,
Busy click of an Elfin hammer,
Voice of the Lepracaun singing shrill
As he merrily plies his trade?
He's a span
And a quarter in height.
Get him in sight, hold him tight,
And you're a made
Man!

II

You watch your cattle the summer day,
Sup on potatoes, sleep in the hay:
How would you like to roll in your carriage,
Look for a Duchess's daughter in marriage?
Seize the Shoemaker – then you may!
"Big boots a-hunting,
Sandals in the hall,
White for a wedding-feast,