1. One evening fair when Venus bright her raadiant beams displayed,
And Flora in her verdant gale those
fragrant hills arrayed, As I—did rove throughout each grove, no
cares did me—assail, Till a pair I—spied by a
river side, on—Erin's—flowery vale.

2 As I sat down for to behold, beneath a spreading tree,
And the liquid streams around me rolled, conveyed those words to me,
“Adieu, fair maid,” the youth he said. “Tomorrow I set sail.
I'll bid adieu to love and you, and Erin's flowery vale.”

One evening when the sun was low
And the jungle fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo hamming
And he said, Boys, I'm not turning;

I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountains.
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night,
Where the box-cars all are empty
And the sun shines everyday
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees,

1 One evening as I chanced to stray along the banks of Clyde,
Near to the town of sweet Dundee a bonnie lass I spied.
She sighed and sobbed and thus did say: “Oh, may I rue the day
My sailor lad left Brinnecay [Greenock Quay] to cross the raging sea!”

2 Being unperceived unto her, I speedily drew near,
Not thinking that it was the voice of my Eliza dear.
Her doleful lamentations did me greatly surprise.
The tears fell in torrents down from her tender eyes.

3 I quickly stepped up to her and thus to her did say:

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One evening as a maid did walk,
The moon was shining clearly,
She heard a trooper at the gates,
She thought it was her dearie.
She's taen his horse then by the head,
And led him to the stable,
And gien to him baith corn and hay,
To eat what he was able.
Bonny lass, gin I come near you,
Bonny lass, gin I come near you,
I'll gar a' your ribbons reel,
Bonny lass, or eer I lea you.

One day over the course of a week or so,
all the art ever made by fairies
became invisible to straights,
starting with the Sistine Chapel.
It was mid-July, and thousands of riled-up visitors
demanded an apocalypse or their money back,
although it was noticed certain persons
continued to point and giggle at the ceiling
— for the fairies could still see perfectly well.

Then the Last Supper went.
And some noted art historians tried to get back their vision
by clumsily attempting a gross indecency or two,

One day it thundered and lightened.
Two women, fairly frightened,
Sank to their knees, transformed, transfixed,
At the feet of the man who sat betwixt;
And ‘Mercy!’ cried each—‘if I tell the truth
Of a passage in my youth!’

Said This: ‘Do you mind the morning
I met your love with scorning?
As the worst of the venom left my lips,
I thought “If, despite this lie, he strips
The mask from my soul with a kiss—I crawl
His slave,—soul, body and all!” ’

Said That: ‘We stood to be married;
The priest, or someone, tarried;

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One day I thought I'd have some fun,
And see how punching cows was done;
So when the roundup had begun
I tackled the cattle king.
Says he, " My foreman's gone to town,
He's in a saloon and his name is Brown;
If you see him he'll take you down. "
Says I, " That's just the thing. "

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We started out to the ranch next day.
Brown talked to me most all the way.
Says, " Punching cows is nothing but play,
It is no work at all. "
Oh jimminy krissmas, how he lied!
He had a hell of a lot of gall,

One day I saw a ship upon the sands
Careened upon beam ends, her tilted deck
Swept clear of rubbish of her long-past wreck;
Her colors struck, but not by human hands;
Her masts the driftwood of what distant strands!
Her frowning ports, where at the Admiral's beck
Grim-visaged cannon held the foe in check,
Gaped for the frolic of the minnow bands.
The seaweed banners in her fo'ks'le waved,
A turtle basked upon her capstan head;
Her cabin's pomp the clownish sculpin braved,
And on her prow, where the lost figure-head

One day I met you,
today I part from you.
We met in the clouds of ten thousand mountains;
we part in a thousand mountains of snow.

One day between the Lip and the Heart
A wordless strife arose
Which was expertest in the art
His purpose to disclose.

The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue,
And made him vouch — a lie!
The slave his servile anthem sung
And braved the listening sky.

The Heart to speak in vain essayed,
Nor could his purpose reach —
His will nor voice nor tongue obeyed,
His silence was his speech.

Mark thou their difference, child of earth!
While each performs his part
Not all the lip can speak is worth