Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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The Flower and the Lady, about getting up.
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The Flower and the Lady, about getting up.
Pretty flower, tell me why
All your leaves do open wide,
Every morning, when on high
The noble sun begins to ride.
All your leaves do open wide,
Every morning, when on high
The noble sun begins to ride.
This is why, my lady fair,
If you would the reason know,
For betimes the pleasant air
Very cheerfully doth blow.
If you would the reason know,
For betimes the pleasant air
Very cheerfully doth blow.
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And the birds on every tree,
Sing a merry, merry tune,
And the busy honey-bee
Comes to suck my sugar soon.
Sing a merry, merry tune,
And the busy honey-bee
Comes to suck my sugar soon.
This is all the reason why
I my little leaves undo:
Lady, lady, wake and try
If I have not told you true.
I my little leaves undo:
Lady, lady, wake and try
If I have not told you true.
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