Thomas Haynes Bayly

Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. Welcome me Home.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Oh pilot, ‘t is a fearful night! There’s danger on the deep.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There's danger on the deep. The Pilot.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met. She wore a Wreath.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Surely ‘t is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. I 'd be a Butterfly.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. Long, long ago.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me. The Rose that all are praising.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings!

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Why don’t the men propose, Mamma? Why don’t the men propose?

Thomas Haynes Bayly

Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose? Why don't the Men propose?

Thomas Haynes Bayly