the last of the holidays.
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On sails old "Rover" with its freight
Of children, young and gay,
On, past the little isle of Piel,
With its ruins, old and grey.
Of children, young and gay,
On, past the little isle of Piel,
With its ruins, old and grey.
Here comes the "City of Belfast,"
Keep still, there's naught to fear;
How gracefully she glides along,
'Tis quite a treat to see her.
Keep still, there's naught to fear;
How gracefully she glides along,
'Tis quite a treat to see her.
Landed at last! Now, let us find
A place where we can settle;
Then some of you must seek for wood
Wherewith to boil the kettle.
A place where we can settle;
Then some of you must seek for wood
Wherewith to boil the kettle.
Dora, unfasten Mary's shoes,
And then take off her socks;
And you may paddle, too, but mind
You do not splash your frocks.
And then take off her socks;
And you may paddle, too, but mind
You do not splash your frocks.
O, happy children! Would that I
Were young again like ye.
"Mamma, the kettle's singing, will
You lay the cloth for tea?"
Were young again like ye.
"Mamma, the kettle's singing, will
You lay the cloth for tea?"
Find four smooth stones. What for? To keep
The cloth firm on the ground.
Here's father coming with the tea,
Now seat yourselves around.
The cloth firm on the ground.
Here's father coming with the tea,
Now seat yourselves around.
