At the siege of Belle Isle,
I was there all the while--
All the while,
All the while,
At the siege of Belle Isle.

At night they pound the vermilion newt
and stamens of buttercup;
her ten finger-tips, all transformed
into red gosling beaks.
A leisurely moment — just one tune
she plays on the jade lute:
several petals of flowering peach
float upon the waters.

At last to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side,
The rest of life to see!
Past midnight, past the morning star!
Past sunrise! Ah! what leagues there are
Between our feet and day!

At her step the water-hen
Springs from her nook, and skimming the clear stream,
Ripples its waters in a sinuous curve,
And dives again in safety.

At Brill on the hill
The wind blows shrill,
The cook no meat can dress;
At Stow-on-the-Wold
The wind blows cold,
I know no more than this.

An ass will with his long ears fray
The flies, that tickle him, away;
But Man delights to have his ears
Blown maggots in by flatterers.

Loveliest of what I leave behind is the sunlight,
and loveliest after that the shining stars, and the moon's face,
but also cucumbers that are ripe, and pears, and apples.

High Heaven is insecure.
Give me my paradise while these warm arms endure.
Come, my Love! let us walk in this brake.
Where I can see you sleep, and watch you wake.
So much of pleasure, for Mortality's poor sake.

As we sailed down the Chyannel of old Engeland,
With our pennants all flying at bay, And a
man on the yardarm aclearing The reef tayckle, and
this is what he'd say, " Let go the reef atayckle,
Let go the reef atayckle, Let
go the reef atayckle, My sheets, they are jammed! "

Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
Tomorrow will be Monday.