Sing-Song: Margaret Has a Milking-pail

Margaret has a milking-pail,
And she rises early;
Thomas has a threshing-flail,
And he’s up betimes.
Sometimes crossing through the grass
Where the dew lies pearly,
They say “Good morrow” as they pass
By the leafy limes.

In the meadow—what in the meadow?

In the meadow—what in the meadow?
Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet,
And fairy rings for the children’s feet
In the meadow.

In the garden—what in the garden?

In the garden—what in the garden?
Jacob’s-ladder and Solomon’s-seal,
And Love-lies-bleeding beside All-heal
In the garden.

A frisky lamb

A frisky lamb
And a frisky child
Playing their pranks
In a cowslip meadow:
The sky all blue
And the air all mild
And the fields all sun
And the lanes half shadow.

Mix a pancake

Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake,—
Catch it if you can.

The wind has such a rainy sound

The wind has such a rainy sound
Moaning through the town,
The sea has such a windy sound,—
Will the ships go down?

The apples in the orchard

The apples in the orchard
Tumble from their tree.—
Oh, will the ships go down, go down,
In the windy sea?

Three little children

Three little children
On the wide wide earth,
Motherless children—
Cared for from their birth
By tender angels.

Three little children
On the wide wide sea,
Motherless children—
Safe as safe can be
With guardian angels.

Fly away, fly away over the sea

Fly away, fly away over the sea,
Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;
Come again, come again, come back to me,
Bringing the summer and bringing the sun.