P UT on your hat and let us take
A stroll amidst the rural scene—
The boat is gliding o'er the lake, The cows are browsing pastures green,
The herdsman's horns the echoes wake,
And holiday like Nature's self we'll make! Into the garden next let's come
To pluck a pear or downy plum,
And hear the bird's sweet trilling— While all around, on fragrant beds,
The flowerets lift their little heads,
The air with perfume filling. The merry kid is leaping gaily,
And soberer Nanny gives us daily
Sweet milk to make us cheese; While all our tastes to please,
His nets the busy fisher flings,
And eels and carp for dinner brings.
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