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APPLE-GATHERERS.
Down many an orchard-row
The luscious apples glow,
This merry Autumn morning, fresh and bright.
And on the frosted grass,
Gold and scarlet as we pass,
Lie the beautiful rich wind-falls of last night.
The luscious apples glow,
This merry Autumn morning, fresh and bright.
And on the frosted grass,
Gold and scarlet as we pass,
Lie the beautiful rich wind-falls of last night.
Let us fill the baskets well,
Harry, Frank and Isabel,
With greening, russet, pippin and the rest.
We 're not very strong, it 's true,
But can help by what we do,
Provided we resolve to do our best.
Harry, Frank and Isabel,
With greening, russet, pippin and the rest.
We 're not very strong, it 's true,
But can help by what we do,
Provided we resolve to do our best.
And suppose we promise, all,
That no apple, large or small,
Shall tempt us into eating it until
Our work is wholly done,
And we 've leisure for the fun
Of walking round and eating to our fill.
That no apple, large or small,
Shall tempt us into eating it until
Our work is wholly done,
And we 've leisure for the fun
Of walking round and eating to our fill.
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Don't you think that right and fair?
Goodness gracious! I declare
Here 's a tempter rosy-cheeked enough to kiss!
After all, the better plan
Is to gather what we can,
And commence to eat immediately—like this.
Goodness gracious! I declare
Here 's a tempter rosy-cheeked enough to kiss!
After all, the better plan
Is to gather what we can,
And commence to eat immediately—like this.
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