 | The Dramatic and Poetical Works of Joanna Baillie |  |
RHYMES FOR CHANTING.
Butterfly, butterfly, speed through the air,
The ring-bird follows thee fast,
And the monkey looks up with a greedy stare;
Speed on till the peril be past!
The ring-bird follows thee fast,
And the monkey looks up with a greedy stare;
Speed on till the peril be past!
O, wert thou but safe in my garden bower.
And wouldst thou no further stray.
Thou shouldst feed on the rose and the gilliflower,
And be my play-mate gay.
And wouldst thou no further stray.
Thou shouldst feed on the rose and the gilliflower,
And be my play-mate gay.
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