Part 20 (2/2)
Alas! this rose hath yet a thorn, Whereon my heart is daily torn.
The love I proffer her each morn, That love she flings me back in scorn.
But shall I therefore idly mourn?
She'd be no rose _without_ the thorn.
II.
When the ivory lily darkens, When the jealous rose turns pale, Then I say, ”My Julia's coming!
'Tis a sign will never fail.”
When the bobolink is silent, When the linnet stays her trill, Then I say, ”My Julia's singing!
At her voice the birds are still.”
When I feel two velvet rose-leaves Touch my eyes on either lid, Then I say, ”My Julia kissed me!”
And she answers, ”Yes, me did!”
A HOWL ABOUT AN OWL.
It was an owl lived in an oak, Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
He often smiled, but he seldom spoke, And he wore a wig and a camlet cloak.
Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
He fell in love with the chickadee, Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
He asked her, would she marry he, And they'd go and live in Crim Tartaree.
Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
”'Tis true,” says he, ”you are far from big.”
Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
”But you'll look twice as well when I've bought you a wig, And I'll teach you the Lancers and the Chorus Jig.”
Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
”I'll feed you with honey when the moon grows pale.”
Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
”I'll hum you a hymn, and I'll sing you a scale, Till you quiver with delight to the tip of your tail!”
Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl!
Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo!
So he went for to marry of the chickadee, Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl!
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