1904 ]
THE LITTLE BROTHER OF LOO-LEE LOO.
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“And the gifts that were brought for the little Fing-Wee would fill me a chapter or two.”
There was knocking of heads galore;
There were trumpets and drums a score;
The gay pavilions were lit with millions of lamps from ceiling to floor.
And oh, but the chop-sticks flew
In the palace of Prince Choo-Choo,
And the gifts that were brought for the little Fing-Wee would fill me a chapter or two.
There were trumpets and drums a score;
The gay pavilions were lit with millions of lamps from ceiling to floor.
And oh, but the chop-sticks flew
In the palace of Prince Choo-Choo,
And the gifts that were brought for the little Fing-Wee would fill me a chapter or two.
But with never a single toy,
The princess cried for joy,
Nor cared she a jot that they all forgot it was she who had found the boy?
Her dear little heart it sang
Like a bird in her breast—ting, tang!
There was never a happier child that night in the realm of the great Ching-Wang!
The princess cried for joy,
Nor cared she a jot that they all forgot it was she who had found the boy?
Her dear little heart it sang
Like a bird in her breast—ting, tang!
There was never a happier child that night in the realm of the great Ching-Wang!
And her mother, the fair Su-See,
She looked at the little Fing-Wee—
There were mothers in China some thousands of years before you were born, trust me!
She looked at the children two,
And down in the dusk and the dew,
With a tender mist in her eyes she kissed the Princess Loo-lee Loo!
She looked at the little Fing-Wee—
There were mothers in China some thousands of years before you were born, trust me!
She looked at the children two,
And down in the dusk and the dew,
With a tender mist in her eyes she kissed the Princess Loo-lee Loo!
