WINDY NIGHTS
Whenever the Moon a n d star s are se t ,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night l ong in the dar k an d wet,
A m a n goes riding by .
Late in the n ight when the fir es are o ut
Why does he gall op an d gall op about ?
Whenever the tr ees are crying al oud,
And ships ar e tossed at se a,
By, on the highway, l o w an d l ou d,
By, a t the gall op goes he .
By, at the gall op he goes, an d then
By, he comes back at the gallop again .
Ther e was an Old Man with a nose,
Who said, If yo u choose to suppose
That my nose is too l ong, yo u are certainly
wr ong ! ”
That remarkabl e Man with a nose .
Ther e was an Old Man on a hill ,
Who sel dom , if ever , stood still ;
He r a n up an d down i n hi s Gr andmother ’ s gown,
Which adorned that Ol d Man on a hill .
Ther e was an Old Pers on of Dover ,
Who ru shed thr ough a field of bl ue cl over ;
But some very lar ge Bees stung his nose his knees,
SO he very soon went back to Dover .
Ther e w as an Ol d Man who s aid, Hus h !
I per ceive a young bi r d i n this bush
When they said, Is i t sma ll ? he r eplied, Not at al l ;
It is four times as big as the bush ! ”
Ther e was an Old Man of the West,
Who never coul d get an y r est
SO they s e t him to spin on his nose an d his chin,
Which cur ed that Old Man of the West .
Ther e w as an Ol d Man who said, Well !
Will nobody answer this bell
I have pul led day an d night, till
gr own white,
But nobody answer s thi s bell !
Ther e w as an Ol d Man with a bear d,
Who said, It is j ust as I fear ed
Two Owl s a n d a Hen , four Lar ks a n d a Wr en,
Have all bui l t their nests in my bea r d .
Ther e wa s an Ol d Person of D ean
Who dined on one pe a an d one bean ;
”
Fo r he said, More tha n that woul d make me
too fat ,
That cautious Ol d Person of Dean .
Ther e w as an Ol d Man of El Hums ,
Who lived upon nothing but cr umbs,
Which . he picked o ff the gr ound, with the birds r oun d,
In the r oads an d the la nes of El Hums .
I f wi shes wer e hors es beggar s wo ul d ride .
I ll news travels fast .
I t never rains but i t pour s .
It i s a long la ne that has no turn ing.
It is an ill wi n d that bl ows no man good.
It Is easier to pull down than to bui l d .
It 18 never too l ate to mend .
Keep thy shop, an d thy s hop will keep thee.
Leave well enough alone .
Le t every t ub stand on i ts o wn bottom .
Let them l au gh that win .
Like father , like s o n .
Littl e an d Ofte n fi lls the purse .
Look e r e yo u leap .