. Harper's young people . rts He strove his lady to win. In compliments sweet and yards of verse His love he did confess,Till she gently leaned on his polka-dot sleeve, And timidly whispered, Yes. JlLY 24, 1883. HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. And there they embarked in a gracefulAnd sailed out on the river wide. Now all the folks in the country rouncCame running from far and near To liid farewell to the three old hear what there was to hear. crowded down to the and shouted Good-liy!• oldest old maid stood up in the tub,made them this reply: Farewell, farewell, to all our frie
. Harper's young people . rts He strove his lady to win. In compliments sweet and yards of verse His love he did confess,Till she gently leaned on his polka-dot sleeve, And timidly whispered, Yes. JlLY 24, 1883. HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. And there they embarked in a gracefulAnd sailed out on the river wide. Now all the folks in the country rouncCame running from far and near To liid farewell to the three old hear what there was to hear. crowded down to the and shouted Good-liy!• oldest old maid stood up in the tub,made them this reply: Farewell, farewell, to all our friends; We are off for Thistledown shall stop at the isle of Needles .-nnlPins. And therell be three weddings there. Then the drums theylira! and the dogsI hey the peopleshouted a song That echoes stillthrough nurseryrhyme. And will be remem-bered long. Ho rub-a-dub-dub!IIo rub- a - dub-dub: And who do youthink was there? The butcher, the linker,the candlestick-niakcr. And all of them go-ing to the So the maids were each happy heart thesetroublesome questions vexed;When and where should the wedding be? And what ought they to donext? Then up spoke the candlestick-maker bold, Oh, brothers and sisters shall come with me in my gallant tubThat lieth in wait at the pier. So the butcher and baker and candlestick-maker Each offered his arm to his bride,And gayly they marched down the kings highwayTo the juniper-tree where the gallant tub lay, Ho! rub-a-dub-dub: Ho! rub-a-dub-dub! You may drum till your wrists are sore,Till your elbows droop and your shoulders stoop, But theyll never come back any more. HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. VOLUME IV. CJieerfutty. _J 1 SUMMER IS COME.
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