The early spring's sweet blush,
Like a maiden's beauteous flush,
Mounts the cheek of earth and sky,
With radiance soft and shy.
She comes like a virgin queen,
From her couch of emerald green,
Enrobed in garments bright,
With sunny locks of light
And gladness in her smile,
Beguiling care the while,
With music from the thrush,
And the brook's low warbling rush.
She stoops and whispers low,
To the violets 'neath the snow,
On bended knee she peeps,
In the home where the clover sleeps;
Her warm and fragrant breath

Early one morning
just about 4 o'clock
It was early one morning
just about 4 o'clock
When the old Titanic
'gin to reel and rock

Smith took his glasses and
walked out to the front
Captain Smith took his glasses, he
walked out to the front
And he spied the iceberg a-coming
oh lord, had to bump

Some was drinking
some was playing cards
And it's some was drinking
some was playing cards
Some was in the corner
praying to their God

Little children cried mama
mama what shall we do

1

Early on a Monday morning,
High upon the gallows tree,
Kevin Barry gave his young life
For the cause of liberty.

2

Only a lad of eighteen summers,
Still there's no one can deny,
As he walked to death that morning
Nobly held his head up high.

3

Another martyr for old Ireland,
Another murder for the crown,
Brutal laws to crush the Irish
Could not keep their spirits down.

4

Lads like Barry are no cowards.
From their foes they do not fly;
For their bravery always has been

Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy cheering grace.
So pilgrims on the scorching sand
Beneath a burning sky
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

1. Early in the spring when the snow is all gone, The Penobscot
boys are anxious their money for to earn; They will
fit out a fisherman, one hundred tons or nigh, For the
Grand Banks of Newfoundland their luck for to try.

2 Sailing down the river, the weather being fine,
Our homes and our friends we leave far behind;
We pass by Sable Island, as we've oft done before,
Where the waves dash tremendous on a storm-beaten shore.

3 Now the vessel is our quarters, the ocean is our home,
And islands, capes and headlands we leave far astern;

1

Oh! what a pain is here! All through the night
I yearned for power, and nursed rebellious scorn,
Striving against high heaven in hot despite
Of feeble nerves and will by passion torn.
I dreamed; and on the curtain of the gloom
False memory drew an idyll of old hope,
Singing a lullaby to mock my doom
With love far off and joy beyond my scope.
I woke; the present seemed more sad than hell;
On daily tasks my sullen soul I cast;
But, as I worked, a deeper sorrow fell

Earl Richard had but ae daughter,
A maid o birth and fame;
She loved her father's kitchen-boy,
The greater was her shame.

But she could neer her true-love see,
Nor with him could she talk,
In towns where she had wont to go,
Nor fields where she could walk.

But it fell ance upon a day
Her father went from home;
She 's calld upon the kitchen boy
To come and clean her room.

‘Come sit ye down by me, Willie,
Come sit ye down by me;
There 's nae a lord in a' the north
That I can love but thee.’

The Earl of Wigton had three daughters,
Oh and a waly, but they were unco bonnie!
The eldest of them had the far brawest house,
But she 's fallen in love with her footman-laddie.

As she was a walking doun by yon river-side,
Oh and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!
There she espied her own footman,
With ribbons hanging over his shoulders sae bonnie.

" Here 's a letter to you, madame,
Here 's a letter to you, madame;
The Earl of Hume is waiting on,
And he has his service to you, madame."

Eagle! why soarest thou above that tomb?
To what sublime and star-ypaven home
Floatest thou?
I am the image of swift Plato's spirit,
Ascending heaven--Athens doth inherit
His corpse below.

THE eagle, did ye see him fall? —
Aflight beyond mid-air
Erewhile his mighty pinions bore him,
His eyry left, the sun before him;
And not a bird could dare
To match with that tremendous motion,
Through fire and flood, 'twixt sky and ocean, —
But did ye see the eagle fall?

And so ye saw the eagle fall!
Struck in his flight of pride
He hung in air one lightning moment,
As wondering what the deadly blow meant,
And what his blood's ebb tide.
Whirling off sailed a loosened feather;