The Book of Joyous Children by James Whitcomb Riley
page 79 of 92 (85%)
page 79 of 92 (85%)
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With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme!
O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, in the blossom-time, So rare! While Kate picks by, yet looks not there. So rare! so rare! _With a hey! and a hi! and a ho!_ _The grasses curdle where the daisies blow!_ With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho vow! Then he sips her face At the sweetest place-- And ho! how white is the hawthorn now!-- So rare!-- And the daisied world rocks round them there. So rare! so rare! _With a hey! and a hi! and a ho!_ _The grasses curdle where the daisies blow!_ * * * * * [Illustration: "WHILE KATE PICKS BY, YET LOOKS NOT THERE."] * * * * * II |
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