MARCHING SONG ORING the comb and play upon it! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, 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. ΤΗ THE COW HE friendly cow all red and white, She gives me cream with all her might, She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; And blown by all the winds that pass HAPPY THOUGHT HE world is so full of a number of THE things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. THE WIND I sky; SAW you toss the kites on high And all around I heard you pass, I saw the different things you did, O wind, a-blowing all day long, O you that are so strong and cold, KEEPSAKE MILL VER the borders, a sin without pardon, 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, Here is the weir with the wonder of foam, Here is the sluice with the race running under Marvellous places, though handy to home! Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller, Stiller the note of the birds on the hill; Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller, Deaf are his ears with the moil of the mill. Years may go by, and the wheel in the river Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day, Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever Long after all of the boys are away. |