Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile

Sure The Shovel And Tongs To Each Other Belongs.

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

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!

Come Live In My Heart, And Pay No Rent.

There Was A Place In Childhood That I Remember Well, And There A Voice Of Sweetest Tone Bright Fairy Tales Did Tell.