John Jeffreys - The Birds
When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold Which no man ever had bought or sold And yet with these He would not play He made Him small fowl out
John Jeffreys - In Youth Is Pleasure
In an arbour green asleep whereas I lay The birds sang sweet in the middis of the day: I dreamed fast of mirth and play; In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure Methought
John Jeffreys - All Night Under the Moon
All night under the moon Plovers are flying Over the dreaming meadows of silvery light Over the meadows of June Calling and crying Wandering voices of love in the hush of the
John Jeffreys - Near Spring
Now the strong horse goes loose at last Free for his strength in the February's end Floods have left the meadows and gone past To the broader rivers, rocks and sand
John Jeffreys - An Old Desire
I searched thro' memory's lumber-room And there I found an old desire I took it gently from the gloom To cherish by my scanty fire And all the night a sweet-voiced
John Jeffreys - My Dear Lady
Am not I in blessed case Treasure and pleasure to possess? I would not wish no better place If I may still have wealthiness And to enjoy in perfect peace My lady, lady
John Jeffreys - Tom Collier of Croydon
Tom Collier of Croydon hath sold his coals And made his market to-day; And now he danceth with the Devil For like will to like alway Wherefore let us rejoice and sing
John Jeffreys - Who Is at My Window?
Who is at my window? Who? Who? Go from my window! Go! Go! Who calls there, like a stranger Go from my window! Go! "Lord, I am here, a wretched mortal That for thy
John Jeffreys - 'Tis Time I Think
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge the land with snow Spring will not wait the
John Jeffreys - Thirteen Pence a Day
The Queen she sent to look for me The sergeant he did say "Young man, a soldier will you be For thirteen pence a day?" For thirteen pence a day did I Take off