By oak and ath and old elm-tree, With inugh and song and merriment, Tolbont the hounds of Charlburse "Tie enilden went, the children sent.
By many a hawthorn-broidered lane, ernment, with Inugh und song, Into the woods wad out again, "They danced Along, they da With bluebells and with col With waterlilies from the pool, With orchises and ejglnntine, Thole hands were full, their hands were full Through buttercups and meader "They made a eud, they made a roud, Until thole polten-povdered feet Came dancing to the Evenlode.
Ah, do you know that silent stream, "ihe Brenlode, it runs The Eventode, iis waters Te some asleep, Te seems asleep. off Hunt of the 'The willow 'Where' king 'The Vout was ready' on the bri hey crowded in, they crowded in, doth begint their, sons is sas flowed, Oh, cruel, cruel Eventode!
Three lilies thro" ite waters trail "And thee Small "spirits. beat bouts,
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