And, chasing Maudie adown the hill,
Play with her glowing hair at will.
Hither and thither the birdies fly,
Glad in the freedom of earth and sky;
And blossoms open their eyes to see
How joyous and fair the day can be.
But there are no things so glad and gay
As our little ones at their merry play,
When sister Nell a pony will be,
And "make good times" for her darlings three.