Ballads for little folk . d sweet apples, too ! Be sure, says the farmer, Be sure, maam, I do. And then he said if she Would give him a tart(She had a great basket full There in her cart),He would show her the orchard, And then they would part. 40 Barbara Blue. So she picked out a little one, Burnt at the top,And held it a moment, And then let it drop,And then said she hadnt A moment to stop,And drove her old horse Away, hippity hop ! One night when the air wasAll blind with the snow, Dame Barbara, drivingSo soft and so slow That the farmer her whereaboutsNever would know, Went after the apple
Ballads for little folk . d sweet apples, too ! Be sure, says the farmer, Be sure, maam, I do. And then he said if she Would give him a tart(She had a great basket full There in her cart),He would show her the orchard, And then they would part. 40 Barbara Blue. So she picked out a little one, Burnt at the top,And held it a moment, And then let it drop,And then said she hadnt A moment to stop,And drove her old horse Away, hippity hop ! One night when the air wasAll blind with the snow, Dame Barbara, drivingSo soft and so slow That the farmer her whereaboutsNever would know, Went after the apples ; And avarice grewWhen she saw their red coats, Till, before she was through,She took twenty bushels, Instead of the two ! She filled the cart full,And she heaped it a-top, And if just an appleFell off, she would stop, And then drive ahead again,Hippity hop ! Barbara Blue. 41 Her horse now would stumble, And now he would fall,And where the high river-bank Sloped like a wall,Sheer down, they went over it, Apples and all!.
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