Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I. by Jean Ingelow
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Why, father means to sell them when they're fat.
And put the money in the savings-bank, And all against our Willie goes to school: But Willie would not touch them--no, not he; He knows that father would be angry else. _C._ But I want one to play with--O, I want A little yellow duck to take to bed! _M._ What! would ye rob the poor old mother, then? _F._ Now, Granny, if you'll hold the babe awhile; 'Tis time I took up Willie to his crib. _[Exit FRANCES._ [_Mother sings to the infant_.] Playing on the virginals, Who but I? Sae glad, sae free, Smelling for all cordials, The green mint and marjorie; Set among the budding broom, Kingcup and daffodilly; By my side I made him room: O love my Willie! "Like me, love me, girl o' gowd," Sang he to my nimble strain; Sweet his ruddy lips o'erflowed Till my heartstrings rang again: |
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