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up and down the merry-go-round
SWISS INN THE MOUNTAINS! THE MOUNTAINS!
hans or HENRY
BERTA or beatrice
THE MOUNTAINS! THE MOUNTAINS!
BALLAD FROM IRELAND The wind father THE WIND! The horn father THE HORN! The chain father THE CHAIN!
The feast father THE FEAST!
APPALACHIA cool grass dark hen CHERRYSTONES! when we’re known in the market
FRANCE When they open the rooms in Lyon Oh my butter cup My sweet flea My best garage My favorite announcement I will leap through the shutters Oh my mustard blossom and cover you with our procession stranger
LONDON---SOHO Limes a penny Limes a penny Limes a penny Limes a penny Limes a penny
LONDON--18TH CENTURY QUARTER Nothing is diminished Sara Little exposes her future CINNAMON GARLANDS Lord Blanch has attempted his thing on three HE WILL NOT BE EASILY PLEASED
BELGIUM GLOOM say the bells of Emptinnes HARD say the roads of Dinant BRIGHT say the cocks of Namur COME say the mares of Rochefort RISE say the fields of Turnai SPEAK say the wells of Chauney GIVE say the mice of St. Po WHERE say the geese of Dillens SLY say the roofs of Maubeuge QUICK say the fruits of Bertrix WIDE say the hens of Anglure NOW say the goats of Challons
WASHINGTON SQUARE And she sings to me when the daylight Bad Bad for the maiden rolling loose Bad for the man Bad times
IRELAND AWAY I’ll find me a shrub and name it MERCY I’ll find me a hill and name it FAIR I’ll find me a corner and name it REMEMBRANCE I’ll find me a chair and name it LOVE I’ll find me a window and name it FAMILY I’ll find me a river and name it LOSS I’ll find me a song and name it REGRET I’ll find me a cloud and name it HOPE I’ll find me a tree and name it FOREVER
IRISH WAIF’S TALE all night I waited was there a beckoning voice warm and true? was there a welcoming nod and a loving touch? all night I waited then the sea bird went away
IRISH LAMENT dig and dig make us heavy with doubt we both the woods the torn lambs make us heavy with thought dig and dig
QUEEN DEIDRE’S EQUATION SING she cries DANCE she laughs LAY DOWN she says When your cities are trembling LAY DOWN LAY DOWN
CEREMONY Make haste See how they snuff out the candles Come close! recovered
COMING HOME----AN INTERLUDE ENTERTAINMENT but it was not her ADORATION will she remember Morris? THE TRIAL If only they could have shortened it FIXTURES AND IDEALS one glass is by the other glass supported as they revolve |
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