. The Saturday evening post. play. A motley crew we loiter home Across the dusky downs,And market days behind us With its booths and flags and clowns;And some they carry merchandise, And some they grudge the price,And some we hum a little tune Thats worth the farthing twice—For we—weve tripped a measure to thePiper. Oh, gold for the Piper,Silver for the Piper,Copper for the Piper and hell look you not hes a jolly merchant and hell pipe the selfsame danceMilord has paid a guinea for, and paid itin advance. So toss him down your farthing— What matter youve no more?Who haggles with a
. The Saturday evening post. play. A motley crew we loiter home Across the dusky downs,And market days behind us With its booths and flags and clowns;And some they carry merchandise, And some they grudge the price,And some we hum a little tune Thats worth the farthing twice—For we—weve tripped a measure to thePiper. Oh, gold for the Piper,Silver for the Piper,Copper for the Piper and hell look you not hes a jolly merchant and hell pipe the selfsame danceMilord has paid a guinea for, and paid itin advance. So toss him down your farthing— What matter youve no more?Who haggles with a piper i About a penny score!And the tune you bought shall follow you, A-winging like a lark—A dauntless little valiant tune To squire you home at dark,When youve tripped your merry measure tothe Piper. Oh, gold for the Piper, Silver for the Piper,Copper for the Piper and a smile therewith,And theres never lord Vd envy, for all hissilken kith, If I but had a hapny left—to tip the fellowwith! —Dorothy Paul. CHICAGO. li THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 141
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