Pippin's Firll.
NE day I went up Pippin’s Hill—
Pippin’s Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty maid,
Who, alas! seemed flirty.
She declared she’d missed her way
* (Which was false, ’tis plain),
For with a grin she said, ‘I’m in
Search now to find Love Lane,’
I showed the way, I must confess,
And now she is my wife you'll guess.

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The Lazy Scholar.
OME, you late, lazy scholar,

 

I shall fine you a dollar,
Beating time as you howl forth a tune.
You may dance while I state
How you ever are late,
Whilst to-day you have slumbered till noon.

 

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The North Wind does blow.

HE north wind does blow, and we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then? poor thing!
He will fly to the barn to keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, poor thing!

But spring will come soon, and summer in June,
And what will the robin do then? glad thing!
In the sun all the day, blithely singing away,
He'll forget all these cold winds and snow, glad thing !