Samuel Lover

For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.

For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended read more

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended her knee;
Oh! bless'd be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.

Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.

Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.