Sailing, swimming, walking, riding,—
On the land or on the sea;
At the Hurly-Burly biding,
We're as happy as we can be.
Oh, the jollity, oh, the gayety,
Just come down and see;
CHORUS:—Come, oh, come, etc.
Sometimes we take sandwiches of chick,
And go off on a merry pick-a-nick;
Sometimes we in hammocks idly swing,
At other times we only sit and si-i-ng—
CHORUS:—Come, oh, come, etc.
"That's beautiful," said Patty when they had finished the song. "I'll learn the words, and then I can sing it with you."
"Indeed you must" said Nan, "and now I'll sing you the song of the Barlow family; they won't sing it themselves, but when you learn it, you and I can warble it together."
"Sing a song of Barlows,
A family full of fun;
A father and a mother,
A daughter and a son.
"When the door is open
Hear the family sing!
All the people passing by
Run like anything."
"It's a base libel," said Uncle Ted; "we sing beautifully, and except that
Bumble flats, and Bob has no ear, there isn't a flaw in our singing."