  ALL in the morning early, The Little Boy in Blue (The grass with rain is pearly) Has thought of something new. He saddled dear old Dobbin; He had but half-a-crown; And jogging, cantering, bobbing, He came to London town. The sheep were in the meadows, The cows were in the corn; Beneath the city shadows At last he stood forlorn. He stood beneath Bow steeple, That is in London town; And tried to count the people As they went up and down. Oh, there was not a daisy, And not a buttercup; The air was thick and hazy, The Blue Boy gave it up. The houses, next, in London, He thought that he would count; But still the sum was undone, So great was the amount. He could not think of robbing, He had but half-a-crown; And so he mounted Dobbin, And rode back from the town. The sheep were in the meadows, The cows were in the corn; Amid the evening shadows He stood where he was born. |
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