For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My

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!

Too Little Is It Considered, While We Gaze On Aristocratic Beauty, How Much Good Food, Soft Lying, Warm Wrapping, Ease Of Mind, Have To Do With The Attractions Which Command Our Admiration.

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

A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was Weeping.

Come Live In My Heart, And Pay No Rent.