For A Ballad's A Thing You Expect

I'll Seek A Four Leaved Shamrock In All Thy Fairy Dells, And If I Find The Charmed Leaves, Oh, How I'll Weave My Spells!

The Neck On Which Diamonds Might Have Worthily Sparkled, Will Look Less Tempting When The Biting Winter Has Hung Icicles There For Gems.

For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My Dear.

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?

For A Ballad's A Thing You Expect To Find Lies In.