"And the lambkins, and the lambkins."
And so they went on for a long time. If Rico paused a little, they shouted, "Go on, fiddler; don't stop yet," and threw little pieces of money to him over and over again, until he had quite a heap in his cap.
Within the coach the passengers opened the windows, and stuck their heads out to listen to the merry singing.
Rico started off afresh, and the students also. They divided the song into solos and chorus; and the solo sang very solemnly,—
"And one lake, like another, From water is made."
And then again,—
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"And because they forgot it, It hurt not a bit." |
And the chorus took it up with,—
| "And the lambkins, and the lambkins." |
Then they laughed so that they were almost dead, and were forced to be still for very fatigue and want of breath.