Listening to her loving speech ; All good children will obey, ITTING by the wayside, Pleasant in the spring, Underneath the green trees, Hear the birdies sing. See the lambs how quiet, Listen to the chatter "Guess again, sweet William, 66 Oh, you teasing Kitty, Won't you raise the lid ? Let me have one look in ; Do as you are bid!" But the little maiden 66 Says with smile and pout, So he has to guess hard; Little Children gathering Water-cresses. HAT do they gather by the brook? Those little maidens gay; Why do they pause, and stop to look Into the waters? say. Tis Mary who would fill her lap Their poor old mother is quite blind, And rising up they light her fire, But when the watercresses come, Oh, may you prosper, children dear, I'll buy your cresses every time |