THE KITCHEN CLOCK KNITTING is the maid o' the kitchen, Milly, Doing nothing sits the chore boy, Billy: "Seconds reckoned, Seconds reckoned; Every minute, Sixty in it. Milly, Billy, Billy, Milly, Tick-tock, tock-tick, Knockety-nick, nickety-knock," Goes the kitchen clock. Closer to the fire is rosy Milly, Every whit as close and cosy, Billy: "Time's a-flying, Worth your trying; Pretty Milly— Kiss her, Billy! Milly, Billy Billy, Milly, Tick-tock, tock-tick, Now-now, quick-quick! Knockety-nick, nickety-knock," Goes the kitchen clock. Something's happened, very red is Milly, "Pretty misses, Plenty kisses; Make it twenty, Take a plenty. Billy, Milly, Milly, Billy, Right-left, left-right, That's right, all right, Knockety-nick, nickety-knock," Goes the kitchen clock. Lady Mine Weeks gone, still they're sitting, Milly, Billy; 66 Winter weather, Close together; Wouldn't tarry, Better marry. Milly, Billy, Billy, Milly, Two-one, one-two, Don't wait, 'twon't do, Knockety-nick, nickety-knock,"- Winters two have gone, and where is Milly? Spring has come again, and where is Billy? "Give me credit, For I did it; Treat me kindly, Mind you wind me. Mister Billy, Mistress Milly, My-0, 0-my, By-by, by-by, Nickety-knock, cradle rock,” Goes the kitchen clock. 221 John Vance Cheney. LADY MINE LADY mine, most fair thou art With youth's gold and white and red; 'Tis a pity that thy heart Is so much harder than thy head. This has stayed my kisses oft, This from all thy charms debarr'd, That thy head is strangely soft, While thy heart is strangely hard. Nothing had kept us apart I had loved thee, I had wed- But I think I'll bear Love's smart Or thy heart is like thy head. H. E. Clarke. BALLADE OF THE GOLFER IN LOVE IN the "foursome some would fain Where the "greens" like satin show; I would play a quiet "twosome"! In the "threesome," some maintain, Bays of glory some would gain (He's a bogey who's not slain Save one smite with canny blow!) Yet I hold this tame, and though My refrain seems trite, 'tis truesome; With a little maid I know I would play a quiet "twosome"! Ballade of Forgotten Loves ENVOY Comrades all who golfing go, Happiness-if you would view someWith a little maid you know, Haste and play a quiet "twosome"! 223 Clinton Scollard. BALLADE OF FORGOTTEN LOVES SOME poets sing of sweethearts dead, Some sing of true loves far away; For, as the happy years have sped, And golden dreams have changed to gray, By glance, or smile, from Maud or May, O joyous hours forever fled! O sudden hopes that would not stay! ENVOI Sweetheart, why foolish fears betray? Arthur Grissom. IV SATIRE A BALLADE OF SUICIDE THE gallows in my garden, people say, As one that knots his necktie for a ball; To-morrow is the time I get my pay- I think I will not hang myself to-day. The world will have another washing day; And through thick woods one finds a stream astray, I think I will not hang myself to-day. |