And kissed, and spoke to her cheerily.

“Be glad, my child, of the sun to-day!

It helps Mr. Somebody make his hay.”

Cho.—Make his hay! make his hay!

It helps Mr. Somebody make his hay.

My little one came to me panting, panting,

Hair a-flutter, and bonnet a-wanting.

“Oh, Mammy! the wind came roaring at me,

And blew my bonnet right up in a tree!”

I took the darling up on my arm,