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.

I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how read more

I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!

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?

There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy read more

There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.

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.