Arete A.

Carefully on Tiptoe Stealing

Fair Moon, To Thee I Sing

The Sun and The Moon

What Do You Really Want?

The Flowers That Bloom In The Spring

See How The Fates Their Gifts Allot

Braid the Raven Hair

Three Little Maids From School Are We

When I, Good Friends, Was Called to the Bar

Hark! The Hour of Ten Is Sounding

Things Are Seldom What They Seem

A Many Years Ago

Never Mind the Why and Wherefore

Three Little Maids from School are We

Ye Torrents Roar!

Your Revels Cease!