NOTE 'ENGLISH SONGS AND BALLADS' must not be regarded as a choice,' but simply as a bringing together of poetical pieces which are, presumably, well known to the average person,—that is to say, the compiler has endeavoured to illustrate the general taste rather than his own preference. Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, 266 Hark! now everything is still, Hark, hark, the lark at Heaven's gate sings, Her arms across her breast she laid, Home they brought her warrior dead, 19 88 245 339 200 108 129 161 281 332 287 83 I come, I come! ye have called me long, I knew an old wife lean and poor, I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill, I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, In going to my naked bed, 290 328 104 224 346 In Wakefield there lives a jolly pinder, I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, |