231 NOTES The smothering dark engulfs relentlessly The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone The sun descending in the west The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing The wind's on the wold They are all gone into the world of light! *This is the Key of the Kingdom This is the weather the cuckoo likes Thou simple Bird what mak'st thou here to play? 'Tis the middle of night . 'Tis the voice of a sluggard; I heard him complain Toll no bell for me, dear Father, dear Mother *Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your gray mare Upon a Sabbath-day it fell Upon my lap my sovereign sits Up the airy mountain Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away! *We are three Brethren come from Spain Weep you no more, sad fountains Wee Wee Man, The . Welcome, fayre chylde, what is thy name? We wandered to the Pine Forest We were young, we were merry . Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy? What, hast thou run thy Race? Art going down? When cats run home and light is come When I am dead, my dearest . When I crept over the hill, broken with tears When men were all asleep the snow came flying When night is o'er the wood When once the, sun sinks in the west When she sleeps 322 614 593 163 . 607 113 285 When that I was and a little tinie boy When the cock begins to crow When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy When the lamp is shattered When the voices of children are heard on the green Where on the wrinkled stream the willows lean 253 215 581 . 548 Who'll walk the fields with us to town? * Who's at my window? Whose Woods these are I think I know * Who-Who-the bride will be? . * Why does your brand so drop wi' blood Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled 118 • 138 634 . III . 478 669 · 459 665 113 118 542 143 |