Go, happy rose, and wreathe my dear friend's brow;
Not only now,
But when his shining locks have turned to grey,
(Though distant be that day!)
So, from this hour,
Be love's own flower.

1

" Go get me some of your father's gold
And some of your mother's too,
And two of the finest horses he has in his stable,
For he has ten and thirty and two. "

2

She got him some of her father's gold
And some of her mother's too,
And two of the finest horses he had in his stable,
For he had ten and thirty and two.

3

Then she jumped on the noble brown,
And he on the dappled gray,
And they rode till they came to the side of the sea,
Two long hours before it was day.

4

Go , forget me! Why should sorrow
— O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me, — and to-morrow
— Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile — though I shall not be near thee.
Sing — though I shall never hear thee.
— May thy soul with pleasure shine,
— Lasting as the gloom of mine.

Like the sun, thy presence glowing
— Clothes the meanest things in light;
And when thou, like him, art going,
— Loveliest objects fade in night.
All things looked so bright about thee,
That they nothing seem without thee;

Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
An' fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink, before I go,
A service to my bonnie lassie.

That boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,
Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry,
The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.

The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are rankèd ready;
The shouts o' war are heard afar,
The battle closes thick and bloody;
But it's no the roar o' sea or shore
Wad mak me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shout o' war that's heard afar,

Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time,
Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!);
And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland;
Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!).

The cherry trees are seas of bloom and soft perfume and sweet perfume,
The cherry trees are seas of bloom (and oh! so near to London!);
And there they say, when dawn is high, and all the world's a blaze of sky,
The cuckoo, though he's very shy, will sing a song for London.

1. " Go, bring me, " said the dying fair, With anguish in her tone,
" My costly robes and jewels here, Go, bring them every one. "
2. " With glorious hopes I once was blest, Nor feared the gaping tomb;
With heaven already in my breast, I looked for heaven to come.
They strewed them on her dying bed, Those robes of princely cost; " Fa-
I heard a Saviour's par-doning voice, My soul was filled with peace; Fa-
ther, " with bitterness she said, " For these my soul was lost. "
ther, you bought me with these toys, I bartered heaven for these. "

Go bow thy head in gentle spite,
Thou lily white.
For she who spies thee waving here,
With thee in beauty can compare
As day with night.

Soft are thy leaves and white: Her arms
Boast whiter charms.
Thy stem prone bent with loveliness
Of maiden grace possesseth less:
Therein she charms.

Thou in thy lake dost see
Thyself: So she
Beholds her image in her eyes
Reflected. Thus did Venus rise
From out the sea.

Inconsolate, bloom not again
Thou rival vain
Of her whose charms have thine outdone:

Go back, old Devil
and look up on your shelf
Go back, old Devil
and look up on your shelf
Go back, old Devil
— it ain't no joke, no lie this time —
look up on your shelf
and get you soap and water
and bathe your dirty self

I beat my baby
man, with a rope and a line
I beat my baby oooo
man, with a rope and a line
I beat my baby
— it ain't no joke, no lie this time —
with a rope and a line
until she went stone blind


(yeah)

Some low down scoundrel been
fishing all in my pond

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou beest borne to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee.
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
Nowhere
Lives a woman true, and fair.

Glow, little glow-worm, fly of fire,
Glow like an incandescent wire,
Glow for the female of the specie,
Turn on the A-C and the D-C.
This night could use a little brightnin',
Light up, you li'l ol' bug of lightnin',
When you gotta glow, you gotta glow,
Glow, little glow-worm, glow.
Glow, little glow-worm, glow and glimmer,
Swim through the sea of night, little swimmer,
Thou aer-o-nau-tic-al boll weevil,
Il-lu-mi-nate yon woods primeval.
See how the shadows deep and darken,
You and your chick should get to sparkin',