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There's Life in a Mussel; a Meditation

Come here, thou proud pretender unto arts,
Most self-amazing sophy, look and learn;
Nor travel more from east to west for food.
Advert thine eye, in contemplation close,
On these thy little betters heaven-fed.
Up to yon luminary raise a thought,
Whose majesty so mild, in all her forms,
The mighty ocean follows faithfully:
View her with wonder leading up the waves
To give unto this mussel due repast.
In full felicity behold it fixed,
Contented waiting the appointed time;
Now sleeping in its cell, wherein anon

The Irish Schoolmaster

" Come here, my boy; hould up your head,
And look like a jintleman, Sir;
Jist tell me who King David was —
Now tell me if you can, Sir. "
" King David was a mighty man,
And he was King of Spain, Sir;
His eldest daughter " Jessie" was
The " Flower of Dunblane," Sir. "

" You're right, my boy; hould up your head,
And look like a jintleman, Sir;
Sir Isaac Newton — who was he?

Come Here, Little Robin

Come here, little Robin, and don't be afraid,
I would not hurt even a feather;
Come here, little Robin, and pick up some bread,
To feed you this very cold weather.

The winter has come, but it will not stay long,
And summer we soon shall be greeting;
Then remember, dear Robin, to sing me a song
In return for the breakfast you're eating.

Kemp Owyne

Come here, come here, you freely feed,
An' lay your head low on my knee;
The hardest weird I will you read
That e'er war read to a lady.

O meikle dollour sall you dree,
An' ay the sat seas o['e]r ye'[se] swim,
An' far mair dollour sall ye dree
On East-muir craigs, or ye them clim.

I wot ye 's be a weary wight,
An' releived sall ye never be
Till Kempion the kingis son
Come to the craig and thrice kiss thee.

O meickle dollour did she dree,
An' ay the sat seas o['e]r she swam,
An' far mair dollour did she dree

Come Harken unto Me

1. Come harken unto me all ye Of God that fearers are,
2. With mouth I cried to him and with My tongue extolled was he.
And what he hath done for my soul To you I will declare.
If in my heart I sin regard, The Lord will not hear me.

3. But God that is most mighty hath
Me heard assuredly;
Unto the voice of my prayer he
Listened attentively.

4. Blest be the mighty God; because
Neither my prayer hath he,
Nor yet his own benignity
Turned away from me.

Come, Happy Children

1. Come, happy children, let us sing In praise of pure cold water,
That gushes forth from well and spring, To every son and daughter.
From river, lake, and mighty sea The clouds on high drink water; Then
Water! bright water! The crystal stream of water; 'Tis
shout aloud, in joyful strains, The praises of cold water.
nature's drink from hand divine; O, then give me cold water.

2. Let others sing in Bacchus' praise;
Its votaries shout with laughter;
The dearest treasure that I hail
Is a cup of sparkling water.

Tullochgorum

Come gie's a sang, Montgomery cry'd,
And lay your disputes all aside,
What signifies't for folks to chide
 For what was done before them:
Let Whig and Tory all agree,
Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory,
Whig and Tory all agree,
  To drop their Whig-mig-morum;
Let Whig and Tory all agree
To spend the night wi' mirth and glee,
And cheerfu' sing alang wi' me
  The Reel o' Tullochgorum.

O' Tullochgorum's my delight,
It gars us a' in ane unite,
And ony sumph that keeps a spite,

Sir Henry Clinton's Invitation to the Refugees

Come, gentlemen Tories, firm, loyal, and true,
Here are axes and shovels, and something to do!
For the sake of our King,
Come labor and sing.
You left all you had for his honor and glory,
And he will remember the suffering Tory.
We have, it is true,
Some small work to do;
But here's for your pay, twelve coppers a day,
And never regard what the rebels may say,
But throw off your jerkins and labor away.

To raise up the rampart, and pile up the wall,
To pull down old houses and dig the canal,
To build and destroy,
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