Oh , hush, my heart, and take thine ease,
For here is April weather!
The daffodils beneath the trees
Are all a-row together.

The thrush is back with his old note;
The scarlet tulip blowing;
And white — ay, white as my love's throat —
The dogwood boughs are growing.

The lilac bush is sweet again;
Down every wind that passes,
Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane;
The bees are in the grasses.

And Grief goes out, and Joy comes in,
And care is but a feather;
And every lad his love can win,
For here is April weather.

Oh, hark the dogs are barking, love,
I can no longer stay.
The men are all gone mustering
And it is nearly day.
And I must off by the morning light
Before the sun doth shine,
To meet the Sydney shearers
On the banks of the Condamine.

Oh Willie, dearest Willie,
I'll go along with you,
I'll cut off all my auburn fringe
And be a shearer, too,
I'll cook and count your tally, love,
While ringer-o you shine,
And I'll wash your greasy moleskins
On the banks of the Condamine.

Oh, Nancy, dearest Nancy,

Oh , for an hour when the day is breaking,
Down by the shore where the tide is making,
Fair as a white cloud, thou, love, near me,
None but the waves and thyself tOhear me!
Oh, to my breast how these arms would press thee!
Wildly my heart in its joy would bless thee!
Oh, how the soul thou has won would woo thee,
Girl of the snow neck, closer to me!

Oh, for an hour as the day advances,
Out where the breeze on the broom-bush dances,
Watching the lark, with the sun-ray o'er us,
Winging the notes of his Heaven-taught chorus!

Off with sleep, love, up from bed,
This fair morn;
See, for our eyes the rosy red
New dawn is born;
Now that skies are glad and gay
In this gracious month of May,
Love me, sweet;
Fill my joy in brimming measure;
In this world he hath no pleasure
That will none of it.

Come, love, through the woods of spring,
Come walk with me;
Listen, the sweet birds jargoning
From tree to tree.
List and listen, over all
Nightingale most musical
That ceases never;
Grief begone, and let us be
For a space as glad as he;

1

Odd rot it what a shame it is
 That love should puzzles grow
That we the one we seek should miss
 And change from top to toe
  The Gilafers a Gilafer
And nature owns the plan
And strange a thing it is to me
A man cant be a man

2

I traced the woods and mountains brow
And felt as feels a man
Love pleased me then that puzzles now
 E'en do the best I can
Nature her same green mantle spread
 And boundless is her span
The same bright sun is o'er my head
 But I can't be a man

3

Billy Hill , 1936

You've got to give
A little,
Take
A little,
And let your poor heart break
A little.
That's the story of,
That's the glory of love.
You've got to laugh
A little,
Cry
A little,
Before the clouds roll by
A little.
That's the story of,
That's the glory of love.
As long as there's the two of us,
We've got the world and all its charms.
And when the world is through with us,
We've got each other's arms.
You've got to win
A little,
Lose

O whare hae ye been, my dearest dear,
These seven lang years and more?
O I am come to seek my former vows
That ye promis'd me before.

Awa wi' your former vows, she says,
Or else ye will breed strife;
Awa wi' your former vows, she says,
For I'm become a wife.

I am married to a ship-carpenter,
A ship-carpenter he 's bound;
I wadna he ken'd my mind this nicht
For twice five hundred pound.

[I have seven ships upon the sea
Laden with the finest gold,
And mariners to wait us upon;
All these you may behold.

O waly, waly, up the bank,
And waly, waly, down the brae,
And waly, waly, yon burn side,
Where I and my love were wont to gae.

I leant my back upon an oak
I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bent, and then it broke,
Just as my love proved false to me.

O waly, waly, love is bonny,
A little while when it is new;
But when it's old, it waxes cold,
And fades away like morning dew.

O wherefore should I busk my head?
O wherefore should I comb my hair?
For my true love has me forsook,

Sam H. Stept (with Bud Green) , 1928

VERSE 1

Love, love, love, love,
What did you do to me?
The things I never missed
Are things I can't resist.
Love, love, love, love,
Isn't it plain to see?
I just had a change of heart,
What can it be?

REFRAIN 1

She's got eyes of blue,
I never cared for eyes of blue,
But she's got eyes of blue,
And that's my weakness now.
She's got dimpled cheeks,
I never cared for dimpled cheeks,

O Thou who camest from above,
The pure, celestial fire t' impart,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
On the mean altar of my heart;
There let it for thy glory burn
With inextinguishable blaze,
And trembling to it's Source return,
In humble prayer, and fervent praise.

Jesus, confirm my heart's desire
To work, and speak, and think for thee,
Still let me guard the holy fire,
And still stir up thy gift in me,
Ready for all thy perfect will
My acts of faith and love repeat,
'Till death thy endless mercies seal,