A quaver and a crack on every note!
Master Robert. Don't aggravate each other, boys; 'tis wrong,
But while it rains I'll tootle out a song:—
(Sings.) The days we went a-Primrosing!
AIR—"The days we went a-Gipsying!"
The days are gone, the happy days
When we were in our Spring;
When all the Primrose loved to praise,
And join its gathering.
Oh! we could sing like anything,