Oh, the sports of childhood! Roaming through the wild-wood, Singing o'er the meadows, happy and free; How my heart's a heating, Thinking of the greeting, Swinging 'neath the old apple tree.

O, How He Ran. (Pat's Pick, page 13.) O, how he ran! O, how he ran! He ran, he ran for Michigan, O, how he ran!

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Annie Laurie. Pat's Pick, page 101.

Maxwelton's braes are bonnie, where dew, And 'twas there that Annie Laurie promise true, Gave me her promise true, which ne'er And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I'd lay dee. ,

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early fa's the gave me her forgot will be, me down and

Her brow is like the snowdrift, her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest that e'er the sun shone on, That e'er the sun shone on, and dark blue is her e'e, And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I'd lay me down and dee.