LITTLE WILLIE

Little Willie hung his sister
She was dead before we missed her
"Willie's always up to tricks,
Ain't he cute? He's only six,"

Little Willie, in the best of sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burned to ashes.
By and by the room grew chilly,
But noone liked to poke up Willie

and

TIS SWEET TO ROAM

Tis sweet to roam when morning's light
Resounds across the deep;
And the crystal song of the woodbine bright.
Hushes the rocks to sleep
And the blood red moon in the blaze of noon
Is bathed in a crumbling dew,
And the wolf rings out with a glittering shout,
To-whit, to-whit, to-whoo.!