 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
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MARY AND THE MILLER.
“What are you thinking of, Mary?
Wilful and wise little Mary—
Tell me, my sly little fairy,
What are you thinking of now?”
“Of my new Easter dress
In the rose-scented press—
Of that, and my little brown cow!”
Wilful and wise little Mary—
Tell me, my sly little fairy,
What are you thinking of now?”
“Of my new Easter dress
In the rose-scented press—
Of that, and my little brown cow!”
“What are you looking at, Mary?
Glad little golden-haired Mary,
Tell me, my sunshiny fairy,
What are you looking at now?”
“At a poor silly moth
I took out o' the froth
Of the milking-pail, mother, I vow!”
Glad little golden-haired Mary,
Tell me, my sunshiny fairy,
What are you looking at now?”
“At a poor silly moth
I took out o' the froth
Of the milking-pail, mother, I vow!”
“What are you harking to, Mary?
Dear little dewy-eyed Mary—
What do you hark to, my fairy,
With such a wild, wondering look?”
“To the breeze on the hill, mother,
Not to the mill, mother—
Not to the mill by the brook!”
Dear little dewy-eyed Mary—
What do you hark to, my fairy,
With such a wild, wondering look?”
“To the breeze on the hill, mother,
Not to the mill, mother—
Not to the mill by the brook!”
“Why are you sighing so, Mary?
Poor little, pale little Mary—
And is it about the young fairy
The miller has married but now?”
“It is not for her ring—
That is no such great thing—
There are six on the horn of my cow!”
Poor little, pale little Mary—
And is it about the young fairy
The miller has married but now?”
“It is not for her ring—
That is no such great thing—
There are six on the horn of my cow!”
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“Why are you weeping so, Mary?
Sad little, sweet little Mary—
Sad little, sick little Mary,
Why are you weeping so, dear?”
“Oh, I think I shall die!
If I do, let me lie
Where the mill-stream will sing all the year.”
Sad little, sweet little Mary—
Sad little, sick little Mary,
Why are you weeping so, dear?”
“Oh, I think I shall die!
If I do, let me lie
Where the mill-stream will sing all the year.”
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