MOON, O MOON IN THE EMPTY SKY

Moon, O Moon in the empty sky,
Why do you swing so low?
Pretty moon with the silver ring
And the long bright beams where the fairies cling,
Where do you always go?
I go to the land of the Siamese,
Ceylon and the Great Plateau,
Over the seas where Sinbad sailed,
Where Moses crossed and Pharaoh failed,—
There’s where I always go.

RAG-MAN, RAG-MAN, TAGGY, TAGGY, RAG-MAN
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THE RAG-MAN

“Rag-man, rag-man,
Taggy, taggy, rag-man,
Tell us what you’ve got there in your sack.”
“Oh—it’s full of rimes and riddles,
Jingles, jokes, and hi-de-diddles—
This bundle that I carry on my back.”
“O tell us, funny rag-man,
Grinny, skinny rag-man,
Where did you pick up your funny rimes?”
“Some were dancing with corn-flowers,
Some were hiding in church-towers,
And sprinkled helter-skelter by the chimes.”
“Rag-man, rag-man,
Nice old taggy rag-man,
Sing us just one jingle, tingle song.”
“Why, my dears, I’ve got a plenty,
Sing you one? I’ll sing you twenty—
I’ve been hoping you would ask me all along.”

WHENEVER I GO OUT TO WALK

Whenever I go out to walk,
All the geese begin to gawk;
And when I start to wander back,
All the ducks begin to quack.