OLD CRIES.
"Lavender, Sweet Lavender!
With "Cherry Ripe!" is coming;
While the droning beetles whirr,
And merry bees are humming.
With "Cherry Ripe!" is coming;
While the droning beetles whirr,
And merry bees are humming.
"Lavender, sweet Lavender!
Oh, pleasant is the crying;
While the rose-leaves scarcely stir,
And downy moths are flying.
Oh, pleasant is the crying;
While the rose-leaves scarcely stir,
And downy moths are flying.
"Oh, dearly do I love "Old Cries,"
Your "Lilies all a-blowing!"
Your blossoms blue still wet with dew,
"Sweet Violets all a-growing!"
Your "Lilies all a-blowing!"
Your blossoms blue still wet with dew,
"Sweet Violets all a-growing!"
Oh, happy were the days, methinks,
In truth, the best of any;
When "Periwinkles, winkle, winks!"
Allured my last lone penny.
In truth, the best of any;
When "Periwinkles, winkle, winks!"
Allured my last lone penny.
Oh, what had I to do with cares
That bring the frown and furrow,
When "Walnuts" and "Fine mellow pears"
Beat Catalani thorough!
That bring the frown and furrow,
When "Walnuts" and "Fine mellow pears"
Beat Catalani thorough!
Full dearly do I love "Old Cries,"
And always turn to hear them;
And though they cause me some few sighs,
Those sighs do but endear them.
And always turn to hear them;
And though they cause me some few sighs,
Those sighs do but endear them.
My heart is like the fair sea-shell,
There's music ever in it;
Though bleak the shore where it may dwell,
Some power still lives to win it.
There's music ever in it;
Though bleak the shore where it may dwell,
Some power still lives to win it.
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