PARODY ON THE MOWER'S SONG.

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When early morning's ruddy light
Bids man to labor go,
We haste, with faces fresh and bright,
Our early walk to go.

Chorus.

And then at school we next appear,
To pass the hours away,
And all is lively, sprightly here,
Like merry, merry May.

Chorus.

The scholars come in gladsome train,
And skip along the way,
Rejoiced to con their books again,
As flies the happy day.

Chorus.

With jokes, and jests, and lively din,
We eat our recess cheer;
While in the healthful game we join,
With nought to make us fear.

Chorus.

When evening's shades begin to fall,
In study's busy hum,
We willing list to learning's call,
And think of days to come.

Chorus.

We'll fill our heads with ample store,
Our hearts with love are stirred;
And thus, before youth's days are o'er,
For age our armor gird.

Chorus.

And when life's harvest all is done,
We'll give our souls the wing,
And happy spirits all as one,
Make Heaven with music ring.

Chorus.

CHORUS.

We scholars—dal de ral dey,
We'll study and then we will play;
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, play!
Hey-day! yes play—hey-day;
We'll study and then we will play

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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