. By woodland and sea. KNEEL down in the soft balmy from under the dry oak leaves,1 pick out all the largest and bind with a stem into sheaves. Oh, ye fair little pink and white blossoms,A charm ye bring into our lives, That is dear to our hearts, and as sweet asThe memry your fragrance revives. And again when the June days are its banks teem with green waving frond, I am gathering the pure spotless lillies,That grow in Aunt Bettys pond. And I draw up each stem, long and slender,With a joy which my boyish heart suits, While Im standing knee deep in the wate
. By woodland and sea. KNEEL down in the soft balmy from under the dry oak leaves,1 pick out all the largest and bind with a stem into sheaves. Oh, ye fair little pink and white blossoms,A charm ye bring into our lives, That is dear to our hearts, and as sweet asThe memry your fragrance revives. And again when the June days are its banks teem with green waving frond, I am gathering the pure spotless lillies,That grow in Aunt Bettys pond. And I draw up each stem, long and slender,With a joy which my boyish heart suits, While Im standing knee deep in the water,With my toes at their tangled ND how oft when the red leaves of Autumn,Shine bright on the high climbing vines,And the cold sweeping winds of November,Blow shrill through the oaks and the pines, 1 am crouching far back in their times till the fall of the night, While I watch for the quail and the partridge,With gun and my faithful dog Sprite. With his ears raised in high expectation,At the slightest faint rustle or creak, His brown eyes tell a story most human,That nature denies him to speak. Oh I Spritey old boy - 1 can say it. Though words seem so sickly and pale, I loved every hair of your spotted your nose to the tip of your tail.
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