Press the sod so firmly down,
And smooth it o’er with care,
Then we’ll water it again,
And leave poor birdie there.
My dear little Lizzie,
Pray mind you don’t fall,
You’re too weak to climb up
That tub by the wall.
For you may turn dizzy,
And go in like a fly,
And brother and sister,
Will sit down and cry.
Two boys beyond the mill,
Their kites are flying,
Two more who climb the hill
Will soon be trying.
Which of them will higher fly,
Tom’s blue tail or Bob’s red eye?
Left—right—stand at ease.
Hands out of pocket, Sir!
Such lazy habits ill become
A British Volunteer.
Right about face! now, left wheel! halt!
Mary does it best.
If you are so tired, you lazy boy,
You had better fall out and rest.
