Once she kissed me with a jest, Once with a tear - O where's the heart was in my breast, And the ring was in my ear?

Out upon you, Jerry! Jerry, you're a pity! Jerry, turn about and plant a garden in the City!

Romance gathers round an old story like lichen on an old branch. And the story of Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard is so old now - some say a year old, some …

My harp and I a-wandering Went over Snowdon Mountain, From Anglesey to Swansea Bay It sang like any fountain.

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar. Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, Before you agonise them in …

Roses are shining in Picardy In the hush of the silver dew; Roses are flowering in Picardy But there's never a rose like you. And the roses will die with the s…

and you kissed me shy as though I'd never been your lover