 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
TURNIP-TOPS.
While yet the white frost sparkles over the ground,
And daylight just peeps from the misty blue sky,
In yonder green fields with my basket I'm found;
Come, buy my sweet turnip-tops—turniptops buy.
And daylight just peeps from the misty blue sky,
In yonder green fields with my basket I'm found;
Come, buy my sweet turnip-tops—turniptops buy.
Sadly cold are my fingers, all drenched with the dew,
For the sun has scarce risen the meadows to dry;
And my feet have got wet with a hole in my shoe;
Come haste, then, and buy my sweet turniptops, buy.
For the sun has scarce risen the meadows to dry;
And my feet have got wet with a hole in my shoe;
Come haste, then, and buy my sweet turniptops, buy.
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While you are asleep, with your bed-curtains drawn,
On pillows of down, in your chambers so high,
I trip with the first rosy beam of the morn,
To cull the green tops:—come, my turniptops buy.
On pillows of down, in your chambers so high,
I trip with the first rosy beam of the morn,
To cull the green tops:—come, my turniptops buy.
Then with the few halfpence or pence I can earn,
A loaf for my poor mammy's breakfast I'll buy,
And to-morrow again little Ann shall return,
With turnip-tops, green and fresh-gathered, to cry.
A loaf for my poor mammy's breakfast I'll buy,
And to-morrow again little Ann shall return,
With turnip-tops, green and fresh-gathered, to cry.
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