 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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RED-CAP CHERRIES
Red-cap Cherries, hanging high
In the azure and the sun,
Cuckoo now has ceased his cry—
Now his summer song is done.
In the azure and the sun,
Cuckoo now has ceased his cry—
Now his summer song is done.
He with cherries plumped his crop
Three times—so he calls no more.
We'll be dumb too, if you'll drop,
Filling thrice our pinafore.
Three times—so he calls no more.
We'll be dumb too, if you'll drop,
Filling thrice our pinafore.
| In memory of W. V.: William Canton | |