the lawn is it? Watching spriggies play?
Minahs and starlings,
But no such darlings
As the little boy that's never been to sleep this day.
Ssh! ssh! ssh! for the big eyes gleaming,
Dee, dee, softly his mother sings;
Little boy dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Fluttering to bye-low on bull-fly wings.
Kiddies must have little shoes
Softly buckled round their toes,
Rompers wrought in butcher blues,
That's the way the money goes.
In the Summer silky cool
Fabrics foaming in the breeze;
In the Winter muffling wool--
We must buy our kiddies these.
Woolly gaiters, tasselled hoods,
Mantles soft that flow and fall,
All the very best of foods,
All the very best of all.
Babies must have songs for sleep,
Anxious watchings night and day,
Kisses if they laugh or weep,
So the ripe hours rush away.
And for this we pay (it seems
We may not serve visions, too)
With our high ne