Poetry should treat
Of lofty things
Soaring thoughts
And birds with wings.

The Muse of Poetry
Should not know
That roses
In manure grow.

The Muse of Poetry
Should not care
That earthly pain
Is everywhere.

Poetry!
Treats of lofty things:
Soaring thoughts
And birds with wings.

Oh! who on the mountain, the plain, or the wave,
With the arm of the Micmac will dare to contend?
Who can hurl the keen spear with the sons of the brave
Or who can the bow with such energy bend?

Who can follow the Moose, or the wild Cariboo,
With a footstep as light and unwearied as he?
Who can bring down the Loon with an arrow so true,
Or paddle his bark o'er as stormy a sea?

Who can traverse the mountain or swim the broad lake?
Who can hunger and thirst with such fortitude bear?
Or who can the Beaver as skilfully take?

Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho,
Heigh ho!
He dances and sings
To the sound of his wings,
With a hey and a heigh and a ho!

Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho,
Heigh ho!
His nectar he sips
From the primroses' lips,
With a hey and a heigh and a ho!

Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho!
Heigh ho!
The night is his noon
And his sun is the moon,
With a hey and a heigh and a ho!

OH, WHERE , Kincora! is Brian the Great?
And where is the beauty that once was thine?
Oh, where are the princes and nobles that sate
At the feast in thy halls, and drank the red wine?
Where, oh, Kincora?

Oh, where, Kincora! are thy valorous lords?
Oh, whither, thou Hospitable! are they gone?
Oh, where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords?
And where are the warriors Brian led on?
Where, oh, Kincora?

And where is Murrough, the descendant of kings —
The defeater of a hundred — the daringly brave —

" OH, WHERE are you going to, all you Big Steamers,
With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas? "
" We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter,
Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese. "

" And where will you fetch it from, all you Big Steamers,
And where shall I write you when you are away?
" We fetch it from Melbourne, Quebec, and Vancouver —
Address us at Hobart, Hong-Kong, and Bombay. "

" But if anything happened to all you Big Steamers,
And suppose you were wrecked up and down the salt sea? "

Oh, whenever I went away, the story I'd like to tell, About
an 'andy little bark, the Campanero . Oh, it's between
the cook and the pump, Well, they drive me off me chump On this
'andy little bark, the Campanero! If I
ever go to sea, Well, it won't be up to me. To go in that
handy little bark, the Campanero! 1. Oh, the
skipper, he is a bulldozer, and you never did hear The words that
come from a man's mouth so often. The mate he wants to fight, and the
durin' every night, The boys around the hatch they all surround him.

Oh, whence comes the gladness?
The joy fraught with madness?
The hopes and the fancies of childhood's bright day?
The weird exultation,
And rife animation,
That sets all the heart strings,
A-chord with the May.

From whence comes the Wonder-Land?
Likewise the Fairy land?
The halo encircling, the trifles of life?
The bright dream materialized?
The bear and wolf humanized?
The bugbear, the werwolf,
And fair water sprite?

Then searched I with lightness,
The summer sun's brightness;

Oh, when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above?
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love.

When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin?
And with my blessed Jesus,
Drink endless pleasures in.

Oh! had I wings I would fly away and be at rest,
And I'd praise God in his bright abode.

Oh, when I was single, oh then, oh then!
Oh, when I was single, oh then!
Oh, when I was single my pockets did jingle,
And I wish I were single again.

I married me a wife, oh, then, oh then!
I married me a wife, oh then!
I married me a wife, and she led me a life,
And I wish I were single again.

My wife she took fever, oh then, oh then!
My wife took fever, oh then!
My wife took fever, and the fever wouldn't leave her,
And I wish I were single again.

My wife she died, oh then, oh then!
My wife she died, oh then!

Oh, when I come to die,
Oh, when I come to die,
Oh, when I come to die,
Give me Jesus.
In dat mornin' when I rise,
Dat mornin' when I rise,
In dat mornin' when I rise,
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus, give me Jesus,
You may have all dis worl', give me Jesus,
Oh, give me Jesus, give me Jesus,
You may have all dis worl', give me Jesus.

Dark midnight was my cry,
Dark midnight was my cry,
Dark midnight was my cry,
Give me Jesus.
I heard a mourner say,
I heard a mourner say,
I heard a mourner say,
Give me Jesus.