and spice,
And raisins and citron, and all that's nice,
To pay for the sweetest, my dearies three!"
When home from the field came the dearies </>
three,
One brought to her mother a wild rose-tree;
And another brought her a blue jay's feather
And one of a gray goose, tied together,
And she was sure of the prize, was she.
But the last little girl of the dearies three