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LITTLE CROODLIN DOO

Eugene Field

Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin doo?

Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin' on the lea?

Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie back to me--

Got a lump o' sugar an' a posie for you,

Only bring back my wee, wee croodlin doo!

 

Why, here you are, my little croodlin doo!

Looked in er cradle, but didn't find you there,

Looked f'r my wee, wee croodlin doo ever'where;

Ben kind lonesome all er day withouten you;

Where you ben, my little wee, wee croodlin doo?

 

Now you go balow, my little croodlin doo;

Now you go rockaby ever so far,--

Rockaby, rockaby, up to the star

That's winkin' an' blinkin' an' singin' to you

As you go balow, my wee, wee croodlin doo!

 

 

 

 

THE "HAPPY ISLES" OF HORACE

 

 

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles

In the golden haze off yonder,

Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles,

And the ocean loves to wander.

 

Fragrant the vines that mantle those hills,

Proudly the fig rejoices;

Merrily dance the virgin rills,

Blending their myriad voices.

 

Our herds shall fear no evil there,

But peacefully feed and rest them;

Neither shall serpent nor prowling bear

Ever come there to molest them.

 

Neither shall Eurus, wanton bold,

Nor feverish drouth distress us,

But he that compasseth heat and cold

Shall temper them both to bless us.

 

There no vandal foot has trod,

And the pirate hosts that wander

Shall never profane the sacred sod

Of those beautiful Isles out yonder.

 

Never a spell shall blight our vines,

Nor Sirius blaze above us,

But you and I shall drink our wines

And sing to the loved that love us.

 

So come with me where Fortune smiles

And the gods invite devotion,--

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles

In the haze of that far-off ocean!