Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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The Snowdrop.
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The Snowdrop.
Now the spring is coming on,
Now the snow and ice are gone,
Come, my little snowdrop root
Will you not begin to shoot?
Now the snow and ice are gone,
Come, my little snowdrop root
Will you not begin to shoot?
Ah! I see your little head
Peeping on my flower-bed,
Looking all so green and gay
On this fine and pleasant day.
Peeping on my flower-bed,
Looking all so green and gay
On this fine and pleasant day.
For the mild south wind doth blow,
And hath melted all the snow,
And the sun shines out so warm,
You need not fear another storm.
And hath melted all the snow,
And the sun shines out so warm,
You need not fear another storm.
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So your pretty flower show,
And your leaves of white undo,
Then you'll hang your modest head,
Down upon my flower-bed.
And your leaves of white undo,
Then you'll hang your modest head,
Down upon my flower-bed.
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