The Stowaway Girl :: THE LITTLE LONDON GIRL.

THE LITTLE LONDON GIRL.

In my little Green House, quite content am I,

When the hot sun pours down from the sky;

For oh, I love the country—the beautiful country.

Who'd live in a London street when there's the country?

I live in a London street, then I long and long

To be the whole day the sweet Flowers among

Instead of tall chimney-pots up in the sky,

The joy of seeing Birds and Dragon Flies go by.

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At home I lie in bed, and cannot go to sleep,

For the sound of cart-wheels upon the hard street.

But here my eyes close up to no sound of anything

Except it is to hear the nightingales sing.

And then I see the Chickens and the Geese go walking,

I hear the Pigs and the Ducks all talking.

And the Red and the Spotted Cows they stare at me,

As if they wondered whoever I could be.

I see the little Lambs out with their mothers—

Such pretty little white young sisters and brothers.

Oh, I'll stay in the country, and make a daisy chain,

And never go back to London again.

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