Samuel Lover

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

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

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

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

"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.

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.

Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?

Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?