 
1. Where the bees and butterflies Skim the grassy down, Four merry little children Gathered from the town; 2. Ragged little Johnnie, And his brother Ben, These merry little men. Kate and Mat have posies Of colours bright and gay, For Tim, their tiny brother, At home obliged to stay. 3. They have roamed the meadow, They have scoured the wood, Seeking nuts and blackberries, For their pleasant food. With their nuts and blackberries And bits of bread and cheese, On a mossy hedge-bank, Now they take their ease. 4. Drinking from the brooklet 'Neath the hawthorn tree, Clear it runs as crystal, Fresh and bright and free. And the thrush sings loudly On the hawthorn spray, And the brooklet ever Makes music on its way. |
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