THE LOVER'S APPEAL.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay! for shame,
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among;
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart

Never for to depart

Neither for pain nor smart:

And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
And have no more pity

Of him that loveth thee?

Alas! thy cruelty!

And wilt thou leave me thus?

Say nay, say nay!

SIR T. WYAT.

BEWARE.

BEWARE.

I know a maiden fair to see,
Take care!

She can both false and friendly be,
Beware! Beware!

Trust her not,

She is fooling thee!

She has two eyes, so soft and brown,
Take care!

She gives a side-glance and looks down,
Beware! Beware!

Trust her not,

She is fooling thee!

And she has hair of a golden hue,
Take care!

And what she says, it is not true,

Beware! Beware!

Trust her not,

She is fooling thee!

She has a bosom as white as snow,
Take care!

She knows how much it is best to show,

Beware! Beware!

Trust her not,

She is fooling thee!

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She gives thee a garland woven fair,
Take care!

It is a fool's-cap for thee to wear,

Beware!

Beware!

Trust her not,

She is fooling thee!

LONGFELLOW.

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

Of all the girls that are so smart
There's none like pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.
There is no lady in the land
Is half so sweet as Sally:
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

Her father he makes cabbage-nets

And through the streets does cry 'em; Her mother she sells laces long

To such as please to buy 'em;

But sure such folks could ne'er beget
So sweet a girl as Sally!

She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

When she is by, I leave my work,
I love her so sincerely;

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

My master comes like any Turk,

And bangs me most severely—
But let him bang his bellyful,
I'll bear it all for Sally:
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

Of all the days that's in the week
I dearly love but one day-

And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday;

For then I'm drest all in my best
To walk abroad with Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

My master carries me to church,
And often am I blamed
Because I leave him in the lurch
As soon as text is named;

I leave the church in sermon-time
And slink away to Sally,

She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

When Christmas comes about again
O then I shall have money;

I'll hoard it up, and box it all,
I'll give it to my honey:

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I would it were ten thousand pounds,

I'd give it all to Sally:

She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

My master and the neighbors all
Make game of me and Sally,
And, but for her, I'd better be
A slave and row in a galley;

But when my seven long years are out
O then I'll marry Sally,-

O then I'll wed, and then we'll bed,
But not in our alley.

H. CAREY.

A WISH.

Mine be a cot beside the hill;

A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook that turns a mill,
With many a fall shall linger near.

The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;

Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,

And share my meal, a welcome guest.

Around my ivied porch shall spring

Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew; And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing

In russet-gown and apron blue.