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15
THE WINDOW-BOX
O Timothy Trot in the roses and cloves,
So cross if your peas are removed by my doves,
Remember the gift that your favourite loves—
A window-box full of geraniums.
So cross if your peas are removed by my doves,
Remember the gift that your favourite loves—
A window-box full of geraniums.
The doctor has been with his brow full of cares,
And he says that the death in my back is past prayers;
So bring me, dear Timothy, quickly upstairs
A window-box full of geraniums.
And he says that the death in my back is past prayers;
So bring me, dear Timothy, quickly upstairs
A window-box full of geraniums.
I leave you the heir to my rabbits and mice,
Give Tommy my skates for his fun on the ice,
And all I shall charge is a blossomy price—
A window-box full of geraniums.
Give Tommy my skates for his fun on the ice,
And all I shall charge is a blossomy price—
A window-box full of geraniums.
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Please tidy my garden for sweet Cousin Bess,
I've planted potatoes and pansies and cress;
She'll water and gather. I only possess
A window-box full of geraniums.
I've planted potatoes and pansies and cress;
She'll water and gather. I only possess
A window-box full of geraniums.
O freckled and faithful! O Timothy Trot!
No more we shall manage the pinks in the plot;
But keep in full bloom, just to brighten my lot,
A window-box full of geraniums.
No more we shall manage the pinks in the plot;
But keep in full bloom, just to brighten my lot,
A window-box full of geraniums.
I think you will cry to the roses and cloves,
I'm sure you will pardon the beaks of the doves,
I know you will bring what your favourite loves—
A window-box full of geraniums.
I'm sure you will pardon the beaks of the doves,
I know you will bring what your favourite loves—
A window-box full of geraniums.
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