LIT-TLE rob-in, wild bird,
Sing-ing sweet and blithe,
Care-less of Time's hour glass
And his crook-ed scythe,
Prod-i-gal of pleas-ure
In a harm-less way,
Greet-ing in the sun-shine
This thy hol-i-day.
When the or-phan chil-dren
Wan-dered in the wood,
We shall stillre-mem-ber
Thou wert kind and good;
As their cheeks grew pa-ler,
And with tears were wet,
Thou didst sprin-kle o'er them
Man-y a vi-o-let.
Cheer us in the au-tumn,
When the rains be-gin,
While the gay flow-ers with-er,
And the woods grow thin.
THE BLACKSMITH.
CLANG, cling, clang, cling!
Bel-lows, you must roar; and, an-vil, you must ring;
Ham-mer, you and I must work, for ding, dong, ding!
Must dress my Kate and ba-by, and bread for us must bring.
COWSLIPS.
Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
Grow-ing in the grass,
Thou dost bloom so bright-ly,
Thou dost smell so sweet-ly,
That the ve-ry cat-tle
Light-ly o'er thee pass.
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Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
Chil-dren gath-er thee
In the ear-ly sum-mer,
In the dew-y morn-ing,
When his nest be-side thee,
Leaves the lark so free.
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Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
Shin-ing in the sun,
When the tall grass mead-ows
Yield un-to the mow-ers,
Then thy life is end-ed,
Pen-sive lit-tle one.
COWSLIPS.