Little Songs by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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The dogs are barking,
The ass is braying, The horse is neighing; Was there ever such a noise! The birds are singing, The bell is ringing, The pigs are squeaking, The barn door creaking, The brook is babbling, The geese are gabbling Mercy on us, what a noise! The sheep are ba-a-ing, The boys ha-ha-ing, The swallows twittering, The girls are tittering, Father is calling, The cook is bawling; I'm nigh crazy with the noise. Nabby is churning, The grindstone's turning, John is sawing, Charles hurrahing, Old Dobson's preaching, The peacock's screeching; Who can live in such a noise! |
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