  Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups, Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall; When the wind wakes, how they rock in the grasses, And dance with the cuckoo-buds, slender and small; Here’s two bonny boys, and here’s mother’s own lasses, Eager to gather them all. Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups, Mother shall thread them a daisy-chain; Sing them a song of the pretty hedge-sparrow, That loved her brown little ones, loved them full fain; Sing, “Heart thou art wide, though the house be but narrow”— Sing once, and sing it again. Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups, Sweet wagging cowslips, they bend and they bow; A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters, And haply one missing doth stand at her prow. O bonny brown sons, and O sweet little daughters, Maybe he thinks of you now! Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups, Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall; A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisure, And fresh hearts, unconscious of sorrow and thrall; Send down on their pleasure smiles passing its measure— God that is over us all. |
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