Ballads for little folk . THE GRATEFUL SWAN. One day, a poor peddler, Who carried a pack,Felt something come Flippity-flop on his back. He looked east and west, He turned white, he turned red,Then bent his back lower, And travelled ahead. The sun was gone downWhen he entered his door, And loosened the straps From his shoulders once more. Then up sprang his wife, Crying, Bless your heart, John,Here, sitting atop of your pack, Is a swan! A wing like a lily,A beak like a rose ; The Grateful Siuan. 45 Now good luck go with herWherever she sroes ! Dear me ! cried the peddler, What fullness of crop
Ballads for little folk . THE GRATEFUL SWAN. One day, a poor peddler, Who carried a pack,Felt something come Flippity-flop on his back. He looked east and west, He turned white, he turned red,Then bent his back lower, And travelled ahead. The sun was gone downWhen he entered his door, And loosened the straps From his shoulders once more. Then up sprang his wife, Crying, Bless your heart, John,Here, sitting atop of your pack, Is a swan! A wing like a lily,A beak like a rose ; The Grateful Siuan. 45 Now good luck go with herWherever she sroes ! Dear me ! cried the peddler, What fullness of crop !No wonder I felt herCome fiippity-fiop ! Ill bet you, good wife, All the weight of my pack,Ive carried that bird For ten miles on my back ! Perhaps, the wife answered, Shell lay a gold eggTo pay you ; but, bless me!She s broken a leg. Then went to the cupboard, And brought from the shelfA part of the supper Shed meant for course two such nurses Effected a cure ;One leg stiff, but better Than none, to be sure !
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