THE LITTLE LOVERS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 18, 30 April 1892, Page 461

THE LITTLE LOVERS.

I think she has fallen asleep in the shade. (Sing low, sing low—you’ll awake her.) Oh ! she’s the loveliest little maid, And her father’s our family baker.

Such beautiful buns and chocolate cake ! (Sing low, very low—you’ll alarm her.) And oh ! such elegant tarts he makes, And his name is Joshua Farmer.

And her sweet name is Elinor Jane, And her step is as light as a feather ; And we meet every day in the lilac lane, And we go to our school together.

And now and then she brings me a bun, (Sing low or she’ll hear what we’re saying.) And after school when our tasks are done, In the meadows we’re fond of straying.

And I make her a wreath of cowslips there, And we sit in the blossoming clover, And then she binds it round her hair, And twines it over and over.

She’s ten ; I’m six ; but I am as tall As she is, I guess, or nearly, And I cannot say’ that I care for her doll ; But, oh, I do love /eer dearly.

We were tired of playing at king and queen (Sing low, for we must not wake her). And she fell asleep in the grass so green ; And I thought that I wouldn’t forsake her.

And when I am grown to a big tall man, I mean to be smart and clever ; And then I will marry her if I can, And we’ll live upon tarts forever. C. P. CRANCH.