the hall, Brooms in hand, and spoons and dippers. Ah, my ladys golden slippers ! Footman, cook,and housemaid — run! Hunt ye nimbly, every one !Round they whirl, the lightsome trippers, And the music has begun :Ah, my ladys golden slippers ! Hurry, hurry ; for she yet, If ye find her golden… … My ladys ready for the ball. Of themselves, these frisky slippers,Wheeling at the fiddles call — o Ah, my ladys golden slippers! ONCE UPON A TIME THE TITHING-MAN. BONNY sweet-marjoram was in flower,The pinks had come with their spicessweet; Thro the village sounded the Sabbath-bell,And the reverent…
Children's poetry · Children's poetry -- 1897
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