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POEMS.
And the young lambs in the meadows that go bounding o'er the lea,
Oh! I have loved and watched them for the thoughts they brought to me.
Oh! I have loved and watched them for the thoughts they brought to me.
I am lying here in London and my own are far away,
Many thousand miles asunder, yet I wonder day by day,
Many thousand miles asunder, yet I wonder day by day,
If they think of me and miss me in the dear old ingle nook,
Rocking baby in her cradle, crooning from some fairy book?
Rocking baby in her cradle, crooning from some fairy book?
Does my father in the gloaming when he drives the cattle home,
Wish his little maid were with him when the shades of evening come?
Wish his little maid were with him when the shades of evening come?
Oh! I see him looking vainly when the Sabbath morn doth rise
Out into the misty headlands with his true and honest eyes.
Out into the misty headlands with his true and honest eyes.
Hand in hand we walked together, father's eager little maid,
In the beauteous summer weather, in the pleasant autumn shade.
In the beauteous summer weather, in the pleasant autumn shade.
