BRIN XXII MARCHING SONG RING the comb and play upon it! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. Mary Jane commands the party, Peter leads the rear; Feet in time, alert and hearty, All in the most martial manner Here's enough of fame and pillage, Great commander Jane! Now that we 've been round the village, Let's go home again. T XXIII THE COW HE friendly cow all red and white, She gives me cream with all her might, She wanders lowing here and there, And blown by all the winds that pass XXIV HAPPY THOUGHT HE world is so full of a number of things, TH I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. I XXV THE WIND SAW you toss the kites on high I saw the different things you did, O wind, a-blowing all day long, O you that are so strong and cold, O wind, a-blowing all day long, XXVI KEEPSAKE MILL OVER the borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, Out through the breach in the wall of the garden, Down by the banks of the river, we go. Here is the mill with the humming of thunder, Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller, Years may go by, and the wheel in the river Home from the Indies and home from the ocean, Heroes and soldiers we all shall come home; Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion, Turning and churning that river to foam. You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled, Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled, XXVII GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN HILDREN, you are very little, And your bones are very brittle; If you would grow great and stately, You must try to walk sedately. You must still be bright and quiet, Happy hearts and happy faces, But the unkind and the unruly, Cruel children, crying babies, |