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holyday time.
Holiday Time.
Standing by my chamber window,
Gazing out into the street,
I watch the little children passing,
And listen to their laughter sweet;
Little sunburnt lads and lassies,
With their merry winsome ways,
Sporting in the summer sunshine,
Making most of holidays.
Gazing out into the street,
I watch the little children passing,
And listen to their laughter sweet;
Little sunburnt lads and lassies,
With their merry winsome ways,
Sporting in the summer sunshine,
Making most of holidays.
Little lads, with mischief written
On their roguish faces, smile,
As they strut, with hands in pockets,
Looking out for fun the while;
Happy-go-lucky little fellows,
With no thought beyond to-day:
Glad of respite from their lessons,
Who so free from care as they?
On their roguish faces, smile,
As they strut, with hands in pockets,
Looking out for fun the while;
Happy-go-lucky little fellows,
With no thought beyond to-day:
Glad of respite from their lessons,
Who so free from care as they?
Little lassies, some like mothers
In their watchful tenderness,
Guard their tiny toddling sisters
With such loving carefulness.
That my watching eyes grow humid,
As the darlings come and go,
With their precious little charges
In the sunny street below.
In their watchful tenderness,
Guard their tiny toddling sisters
With such loving carefulness.
That my watching eyes grow humid,
As the darlings come and go,
With their precious little charges
In the sunny street below.
