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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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