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Poems and Songs

(Second Series). By Edwin Waugh

Waugh, Edwin (1817-1890)

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The Lost Shepherd.

The Moorland Breeze.

The Kindly Hearth.

These Bonny Bits o' Childer.

When the Sun Goes Down.

Oh, my Clothing's Thin.

To the River Roach.

The Hour of Shade.

To my Old Fiddle.

I Wish, my Love, it was so with You.

Fishwoman's Song.

Oh, the Wild, Wild Moors.

My Croodling Dove.

As I went Crooning on my Way.

Now's the Time to Remember the Poor.

It's Time to be Joggin' Away.

Farewell!

I can't tell how to Woo.

I Met with a Doleful Wight.

In a May Morning, Early.

I Pray Thee, Love, Let me in.

Oh, the Summer's Sweet.

A Little Brief Authority.

Little Cattle, Little Care.

Old Ireland shall Blossom Again!

When the Ships come Sailing in.

Unfurl the Flag!

I Know What I Know.

Three Jovial Huntsmen.

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LANCASHIRE SONGS.

Th' Factory Bell.

Owd Robin o' Quifter's.

Noather Cobs nor Sleck.

The Little Doffer.

The Mower's Song.

Owd Bumper's Courtship.

Heigh, Lads, Heigh!

Jamie Raddle's Dog.

Toothsome Advice.

Ill Life—Ill Luck.

My Gronfaither, Willie.

Come to your Porritch.

Heigh, Jone, Owd Brid!

Eh, Dear, what a Bother!

God Bless Thee, Nan!

Our Jem an' Me.

It's Hard to Tell which Gate to Goo.

Going to the Fair.

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Fylde Fisherman's Song.

On Reading Edwin Waugh's Lancashire Poems.

To Edwin Waugh,

To Edwin Waugh.

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Farewell!

I

The light of day is dying
Beyond the heaving sea;
The plaintive wind is sighing
Across the fading lea:
Farewell, farewell!
The fire burns low, and I must go,
To wander far alone;
Farewell!

II

Farewell, the scenes of childhood;
Life's hopeful dream is o'er;
Farewell to field and wildwood;
I shall return no more:
Farewell, farewell!
Fate wills it so, and I must go,
To wander far alone;
Farewell!

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III

Spring will come with wildflowers
To gem my native shore;
And June will deck the green bowers
That I shall see no more:
Farewell, farewell!
Fate wills it so that I must go,
To wander far alone;
Farewell!

IV

Farewell, my love, for ever,
From thee, too, I must part;
To know thee, and to sever.—
The tale of this sad heart:
Farewell, farewell!
When roses grow on winter's snow,
I'll come to thee again;
Farewell!