Classic Poem

As I went a-walking on Lavender Hill ,
O, I met a Darling in frock and frill;
And she looked at me shyly, with eyes of blue,
" Are you going a-walking? Then take me too!"

So we strolled to the field where the cowslips grow,
And we played — and we played for an hour or so;
Then we climbed to the top of the old park wall,
And the Darling she threaded a cowslip ball.

Then we played again, till I said — " My Dear,
This pain in my side, it has grown severe;
I ought to have told you I'm past three score,
And I fear that I scarcely can play any more!"

But the Darling she answered, — " O no! O no!
You must play — you must play. — I shan't let you go!"
— And I woke with a start and a sigh of despair
And I found myself safe in my Grandfather's chair!