Introduction
Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant glee
Introduction
Pipe a song about a lamb
Introduction
So he vanished from my sight and I plucked a hollow reed
Introduction
I stained the water clear
A Dream
O’er my angel-guarded bed [..] where on grass me thought I lay
A Dream
Over a many tangled spray all heart broke I heard her say
A Dream
I saw a glow-worm near who replied what wailing wight calls the watchman of the night
Little Girl Lost
The desert wild become the garden mild
Little Girl Lost
How can Lyca sleep when her mother weep […] if my mother sleep Lyca shall not weep
Little Girl Lost
The Kingly lion stood and the virgin viewed
Little Girl Lost
And her bosom lick and upon her neck
Little Girl Found
Starved in desert wild
Little Girl Found
A couching lion lay
Little Girl Found
Lyca Lies asleep
Little Girl Found
Nor fear the wolvish howl, Nor the lion’s growl
The Lamb
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
The Lamb
Gave thee clothing of the light, softest clothing of the bright
The Lamb
Little Lamb I tell thee he is called by thy name, he calls himself a lamb.
The Lamb
Little Lamb God bless thee
Infant Joy
I happy am; joy is my name; sweet joy befall thee
Infant Joy
Sweet joy i call thee, thou dost smile, i sing the while
On Anothers’ Sorrow
Can I see another’s woe and not be in sorrow too
On Another’s Sorrow
No,no never can it be, never never can it be
On Another’s Sorrow
and can he who smiles on all(…) not sit beside their nest pouring pity in their breast
On Another’s Sorrow
He doth give his joy to all, he becomes an infant small
On Another’s Sorrow
Think not how thou canst weep a tear and thy maker is not near
On Another’s Sorrow
Till our grief is fed and gone he doth sit by us and moan
Holy Thursday
Their innocent faces clean
The children walking two by two in red and blue and green
Holy Thursday
Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like the Thames waters flow
Holy Thursday
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
Holy Thursday
Thousands of little boys and girls raise their innocent hands
Holy Thursday
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
The Chimney-Sweeper
Scarcely cry, ‘weep weep weep weep’
The Chimney-Sweeper
Curled like a lamb’s back
The Chimney-Sweeper
Locked up in coffins of black
The Chimney-Sweeper
An angel who had a bright key and he opened the coffins and set them free
The Chimney-Sweeper
If he’d be a good boy he’d have God for his father
The Chimney-Sweeper
So if all do their duty they need not feel harm
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade O’er my lovely infants head
A Cradle Song
Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles
A Cradle Song
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs
A Cradle Song
Heavenly face
The Schoolboy
The sky-lark sings with me
The Schoolboy
The little ones spend the day in sighing and dismay
The Schoolboy
How can the bird that is born for joy sit in a cage and sing
The Schoolboy
When the blasts of winter appear
Nurse’s Song
My heart is at rest within my breast, and everything else is still
Nurse’s Song
Come, come leave off play, and let us away till the morning appears in the skies
Nurse’s Song
Besides, in the sky the little black birds fly, and the hills are all covered in sheep
Nurse’s Song
The little ones leaped and shouted and laughed and all the hills echoed
The Echoing Green
The sun does arise
On the echoing green
The Echoing Green
They laugh at our play
The Echoing Green
Such were the joys
The Echoing Green
On the darkening green