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LONDON, PARIS, NEW YORK
Designed at the London Studios and printed
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We are coming, we are coming,
Slowly stepping, hand in hand;
We are coming, we are coming,
Three of us, a happy band.
With our bunches, richly laden
We shall make our homes so bright,
And our dear old Father Christmas
Will be pleased to see the sight.
Now to meet you, now to greet you
With bright berries from the trees
We are coming, we are coming
So receive us, if you please.
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Two little playmates sleeping,
Dreaming the hours awa.
And were you tired of weeping
Or were you tired of play.
Now, as quite. still I've found you
I will my sketch-book take,
And of you and what's around you
A picture. I shall make.
Nay, nay, my little Fanny
You must not think of fun,
Nor wake your sister Annie
Until my sketch is done.
His holidays did Johnny use
To teach his dog the law.
Obediently did Hopsy learn
At first to give the paw,
And next to sit up still and straight,
His pointed nose in air,
Sometimes poor Hopsy
This way to earn his
In comfort at his
Preferring to be fed;
And in his mind he
thought, "I wish
"The holidays were
And Johnny and his
Were safe at school
While Johnny slowly counted eight
Or balanced with much care
A piece of bread on Hopsy's face,
And, with one, two, three, four,
The dog would toss and swallow it
And then stand up for more.
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"May-day has come, the children say,
"The sun looks down with brilliant ray
"Come, let us keep glad holiday."
And everywhere, with willing feet
They wander forth May-day to greet,
And weave spring-flow'rs in garlands sweet.
The Village children! well they know
Where flowers most forward are to blow,
And where the finest blue-bells grow.
And so, from age to age, May-day
Is England's jocund holiday,
And will be so, I ween, for aye!
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In our summer sea-side wanderings
Pleasant sight it is to see,
Be it late or be it early
Children playing busily.
Oftimes, with their spades and buckets
Digging trenches by the hour,
Fetching water wherewithal to
Fill the moat around the tower.
And where rocky pools are lying,
Left by tides, oh, what a prize 1
There the little boats are sailing
Watch'd by eager boyish eyes.
Bathing, boating, sailing ships, and
Paddling on the sunny beach,
Happy, busy boys and maidens,
How my heart goes out to each.
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Oh who has left you here, my bairn,
Or have you run away,
And tired and frightened, sunk beneath
The heat of noon-tide day?
Yet still, whatever has chanced to cloud
The gladness of your face,
Kind sleep has come and folded you
In long and sweet cmblace.
Methinks your little countenance,
So rosy and so fair,
With rounded cheek and dimpled chin,
Now wears a troubled air.
Rest little maiden here V.ith \: "L!
The sunny bank I'll share, '
And will not leave you 'till I ee
You safe in mother'. caie.
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"\Vho am I? You do not
"In my robes so long and
."I'm the Queen, so you must
I:' "Where my waiting-women
"Stay, I think I'll be a fairy
With a troup of little men
Lead the dances, light and airy
On the sands or in the
"I should like my portrait painted
"So quite quietly I'll stand
"While you with a pencil make it,
"Face in cap and fan in hand.
"Now goodbye my friends, I'll meet you
Soon again, in costume gay,
And I'll hope to come and treat you
To another pretty play
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"But see! the door is high and strong,
"And I cannot see through,
"And far above my head are placed
"Both bell and knocker too
"Dear me, sighed little Ellen
"What can the matter be
"I asked my neighbour, Bob, to come
"And play with Pug and me
"I said, be sure come early,
"Before the clock strikes three,
"For much we like a merry game,
"And then we like our tea."
"Oh dear, sighed little Bobbie
"What am I now to do?
"She said, be sure come early,
"And so I have, 'tis true.
"The one thing in creation
"That's left fcr me to try,
"Is, with a stone to knock and knock
"And some one then will fly
"To open wide the great hall-door
"For me to enter through;
"And so, whenever I'm in doubt
"Of how to enter when I'm out
"I'll just know what to do"!
"Where has she come from, Brother,
"And what is in her hold,
"Is it a cask of apples,
"Or is it a stone of gold"?
"And has she had bad weather
"As she crossed the great wild sea?
"I hope you'll send her out again
"To fetch some things for me."
"Ohfshe'll set sail, said Brother,
"When her cargo is on land,
"And I shall make her carry out
"A load of yellow sand.
"And I'll pretend it's sugar,
"So fine, and soft and sweet;
"And if the crew are hungry
"They may the sugar eat.
"Then homeward she shall carry
"Some pretty things for you,
"Bright humming birds, so golden
"'And monkeys, not a few!"
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What are you planing
Dear Minnie and Fred,
What have you thought of-
What have you said?
Is it a raid on
The fruit-garden beds -
Of favourite berries
To pull off the heads?
Are you determined
To run far away,
(Nobody knowing) -
At gipsies to play?
Wherever you're going,
Whatever you do,
I pray let me be
A companion to you.
I like your strange fancies,
Your plans of surprise,
I love your gay laughter,
I love your bright eyes
iv 'what are you thinking of, Willie my dear"?
'I'm thinking, said Willie, the fairies are near,
"The bad little fairies, who take much delight
"In doing the things which they know is not right.
"To-day when my sums were all wrong, Teacher said,
"I think 'twas the fairies who puzzled my head;
"Because I have heard that they very much hate
"To see a young fellow at work on his slate.
"And they seize -the right figures and run off apace
"To biing back the wrong ones to put in their place.
"So I'll just draw a picture to scare them away,
"And I wish that they never in England would stay"
When June-days are long,
And woods full of song,
Oh then to the meadows we go, we go,
To find treasures sweet
All spread at our feet
Dear flow'rs all brightly in blow, in blow.
And down by the stream
Like little blue patches of sky, of sky,
And over the ground,
And everywhere round
The beautiful butterflies fly, fly, fly.
Am I sleepy? Oh no
I'm not sleepy, I go
To bed for my dear dolly's sake,
For she's sleepy, I know,
So to bed we must go,
Our good night, then, I beg you to take;
With an 'au revoir', too,
For we hope to meet you
When another appearance we make!