Girl-Gladness

It’s holiday time on the hollyhock hills, And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now, The butterfly-bells, from the Folly-fool rills, Will ring if you listen, and drop on your brow. So, dear come along, I’ve a kiss and a song, And I know where the fairies are forging a gong To ring up the elves to a festival fair Of snippets of sunshine and apples of air. O laddie, my laddie, quick, run out of school, And away with a shout and a shake of the head; I’ll pick you a pearl from the pigeon-pink pool Where cuddles and kisses are going to bed, Away, come away To the lands of the fay, For the afternoon tinkles your lassie-love’s lay. Play truant with Time, and while Age is asleep I’ll give you the heart of my girlhood to keep.