Page:Songs of Innocence and of Experience, copy Z, 1826 (Library of Congress).pdf/7

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They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say
Such such were the joys,
When we all girls & boys,
In our youth-time were seen,
On the Ecchoing Green

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end:
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest:
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.