Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE SAILOR'S SWEETHEAR'l. MY love he is a sailor lad, i He says he loves me true. For all my wealth of golden hair, j Because my eyes are blue ; And while he is upon the sea, Where raging billows roar, The village lads come wooing me At least a half a score. I list to what the laddies say, Of smiles they have no lack, And though I say nor yea nor nay, I think I'll wait for Jack. There's Donald, and there's Robin Gray, Oh, you should hear them sigh, I smile at them and only say I'll answer by and by. THE SAILORS SWEETHEART. 17 They bring me trinkets from the fair, And ribbons bright like this ; And oftentimes they humbly kneel And plead me for a kiss, But then I turn and look away, Across the billows black, And softly to myself I say, I think I'll wait for Jack. Ye bonnie stars shine out, shine out, Ye billows cease your war ; 0 south wind rise and blow my love Within the harbor bar ! No other lad can woo as he ; My smiles are shallow smiles, For oh, my heart is on the sea Amid the western isles, And though I let the laddies woo I give no wooing back ; 1 only do as lassies do, Just while I wait for Jack. AT THE MAKING OF THE HAY. WHEN the whip-poor-wills are calling, And the apple-blooms are falling, With a tender tint forestalling Summer's blush upon the grass ; Where the little stars are keeping Watch above the meadow sleeping, And the jack-o'-lantern's peeping I will meet my bonnie lass. I will seek her ; I will find her ; I will slyly steal behind her ; And with kisses 1 will blind her Till she names the happy day And when the barley's heading, And the summer rose' is shedding, Oh, there'll be a merry wedding At the making of the hay ! UNDER THE ROSE. HE. (aside.) IF I s...