The drought of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathus every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertue engendred is the flour."
One can almost hear the girls singing that of an evening as they sit around the campfire tying knots in ropes. It is really an ideal camping song, because even the littlest girls can sing the words without understanding what they mean.
But it really lacks the lilt of the "Marching Song" printed further on in the book. This is to be sung to the tune of "Where Do We Go From Here, Boys?" Bear this in mind while humming it to yourself:[pg 263]
MARCHING SONG
Where do we go from here, girls, where do we go from here?
Anywhere (our Captain[5]) leads we'll follow, never fear.
The world is full of dandy girls, but wait till we appear—
Then!