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• Sweet Meeting of Desires

  From “The Angel in the House”
  I GREW assured, before I asked,
  That she ’d be mine without reserve, …

  Coventry Patmore

• Story of the Gate

  Across the pathway, myrtle-fringed,
  Under the maple, it was hinged—
  The little wooden gate; …

  Harrison Robertson

• Doris: A Pastoral

  I Sat with Doris, the shepherd-maiden;
  Her crook was laden with wreathèd flowers:
  I sat and wooed her, through sunlight wheeling …

  Arthur Joseph Munby

• Among the Heather

  One evening walking out, I o’ertook a modest colleen,
  When the wind was blowing cool, and the harvest leaves were falling:
  “Is our way by chance the same? might we travel on together?” …

  William Allingham

• Rory O’More

  Or, All for Good Luck
  YOUNG Rory O’More courted Kathleen bawn,—
  He was bold as a hawk, she as soft as the dawn; …

  Samuel Lover

• Cooking and Courting

  From Tom to Ned
  DEAR Ned, no doubt you ’ll be surprised
  When you receive and read this letter. …

  Anonymous

• “Ca’ the yowes”

  CA’ the yowes to the knowes, 1
  Ca’ them whare the heather grows,
  Ca’ them whare the burnie rows 2 …

  Isabel Pagan

• The Siller Croun

  “and ye sail walk in silk attire,
  And siller hae to spare,
  Gin ye ’ll consent to be his bride, …

  Susanna Blamire

• “Duncan Gray cam’ here to woo”

  Duncan Gray cam’ here to woo—
  Ha, ha! the wooing o’t!
  On blythe Yule night when we were fou— …

  Robert Burns

• How to Ask and Have

  “oh, ’t is time I should talk to your mother,
  Sweet Mary,” says I.
  “Oh, don’t talk to my mother,” says Mary, …

  Samuel Lover

• Live in my Heart and Pay No Rent

  ’VOURNEEN, when your days were bright,
  Never an eye did I dare to lift to you,
  But now, in your fortune’s blight, …

  Samuel Lover

• Widow Machree

  Widow Machree, it ’s no wonder you frown,—
  Och hone! Widow Machree;
  Faith, it ruins your looks, that same dirty black gown,— …

  Samuel Lover

• Widow Malone

  Did you hear of the Widow Malone,
  Ohone!
  Who lived in the town of Athlone, …

  Charles Lever

• I’m not Myself at all

  Oh, I ’m not myself at all,
  Molly dear, Molly dear!
  I ’m not myself at all. …

  Samuel Lover

• “I prithee send me back my heart”

  I Prithee send me back my heart,
  Since I cannot have thine;
  For if from yours you will not part, …

  Sir John Suckling

• The Courtin’

  God makes sech nights, all white an’ still
  Fur ’z you can look or listen;
  Moonshine an’ snow on field an’ hill, …

  James Russell Lowell

• Popping Corn

  AND 1 there they sat, a-popping corn,
  John Styles and Susan Cutter—
  John Styles as fat as any ox, …

  Anonymous

• The Friar of Orders Gray

  Adapted from old ballads
  IT was a friar of orders gray
  Walked forth to tell his beads; …

  Thomas Percy

• The Hermit

  From “The Vicar of Wakefield”
  “TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale,
  And guide my lonely way …

  Oliver Goldsmith

• The Laird o’ Cockpen

  The Laird o’ Cockpen he ’s proud and he ’s great,
  His mind is ta’en up with the things o’ the state;
  He wanted a wife his braw house to keep, …

  Carolina, Lady Nairne

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