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Title: Boys and GirlsAuthor: James W. FoleyRelease date: October 21, 2020 [eBook #63514]Most recently updated: October 18, 2024Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by Charlene Taylor, Sharon Joiner, Chuck Greifand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttps://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from imagesgenerously made available by The Internet Archive/AmericanLibraries.)
Title: Boys and Girls
Author: James W. Foley
Author: James W. Foley
Release date: October 21, 2020 [eBook #63514]Most recently updated: October 18, 2024
Language: English
Credits: Produced by Charlene Taylor, Sharon Joiner, Chuck Greifand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttps://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from imagesgenerously made available by The Internet Archive/AmericanLibraries.)
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THE VERSES OFJAMES W. FOLEY
SONG OF SUMMER DAYS
SONG OF SUMMER DAYS
SONG OF SUMMER DAYS
BOYS AND GIRLSTHE VERSES OFJAMES W. FOLEYNEW YORKE·P·DUTTON & COMPANYPUBLISHERS
THE VERSES OFJAMES W. FOLEY
NEW YORKE·P·DUTTON & COMPANYPUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1905, 1907, 1909, 1910, 1911BY JAMES W. FOLEY———COPYRIGHT, 1913BY E. P. DUTTON & COMPANYTHE·PLIMPTON·PRESSNORWOOD·MASS·U·S·A·
TO MY WIFE
“IWON’T be long,” the Little Boy said,As he clattered him down the stair,And found him a hat for his curly headAnd called to a dog somewhere.Then off like a flash down the shady laneWith a whistle and cry and song;And back to us ever it came again:“I won’t be gone very long.”“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,As we saw him among the trees,His eyes all bright and his cheeks all red,A friend of the birds and bees;Then through the hedges and out of the gate,For naught in the world goes wrongWith a boy of six or seven or eight—“I won’t be gone very long.”“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,“I’m just going out to play.”And the curly dog barked and the two of them spedOver the clover away.He waved us a kiss with a little brown handAnd cries rose from here and there,For oh, but a boy does understandA dog and the open air!“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,“Don’t wait any supper—you see,I’ll just have a bowl of milk and breadAnd my dog he will eat with me.”Then he swung his hat on its tangled stringTill the curly dog wagged his tailAnd romped and played like a boy in springAnd barked him a comrade’s hail.“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said—Oh, Mother of him, don’t cry!The leaves come green again, yellow and red,And the years and the years go by.But sometime he’ll come, as we’ve seen him do,With the bark of a dog and a song,For it must be true—oh, it must be trueThat he’ll not be gone very long!
“IWON’T be long,” the Little Boy said,As he clattered him down the stair,And found him a hat for his curly headAnd called to a dog somewhere.Then off like a flash down the shady laneWith a whistle and cry and song;And back to us ever it came again:“I won’t be gone very long.”“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,As we saw him among the trees,His eyes all bright and his cheeks all red,A friend of the birds and bees;Then through the hedges and out of the gate,For naught in the world goes wrongWith a boy of six or seven or eight—“I won’t be gone very long.”“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,“I’m just going out to play.”And the curly dog barked and the two of them spedOver the clover away.He waved us a kiss with a little brown handAnd cries rose from here and there,For oh, but a boy does understandA dog and the open air!“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,“Don’t wait any supper—you see,I’ll just have a bowl of milk and breadAnd my dog he will eat with me.”Then he swung his hat on its tangled stringTill the curly dog wagged his tailAnd romped and played like a boy in springAnd barked him a comrade’s hail.“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said—Oh, Mother of him, don’t cry!The leaves come green again, yellow and red,And the years and the years go by.But sometime he’ll come, as we’ve seen him do,With the bark of a dog and a song,For it must be true—oh, it must be trueThat he’ll not be gone very long!
“IWON’T be long,” the Little Boy said,As he clattered him down the stair,And found him a hat for his curly headAnd called to a dog somewhere.Then off like a flash down the shady laneWith a whistle and cry and song;And back to us ever it came again:“I won’t be gone very long.”
“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,As we saw him among the trees,His eyes all bright and his cheeks all red,A friend of the birds and bees;Then through the hedges and out of the gate,For naught in the world goes wrongWith a boy of six or seven or eight—“I won’t be gone very long.”
“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,“I’m just going out to play.”And the curly dog barked and the two of them spedOver the clover away.He waved us a kiss with a little brown handAnd cries rose from here and there,For oh, but a boy does understandA dog and the open air!
“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,“Don’t wait any supper—you see,I’ll just have a bowl of milk and breadAnd my dog he will eat with me.”Then he swung his hat on its tangled stringTill the curly dog wagged his tailAnd romped and played like a boy in springAnd barked him a comrade’s hail.
“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said—Oh, Mother of him, don’t cry!The leaves come green again, yellow and red,And the years and the years go by.But sometime he’ll come, as we’ve seen him do,With the bark of a dog and a song,For it must be true—oh, it must be trueThat he’ll not be gone very long!