Parson
Mychildren, come tell me now if you have everHeard of the parson who was so clever.So clever, so clever, so clever was he,That never a cleverer parson could be.The parson loved children; he also loved walking,And off to the woods he was constantly stalking.To hear the sweet birds, and to see the green trees,And to do just exactly whate’er he might please.
Mychildren, come tell me now if you have everHeard of the parson who was so clever.So clever, so clever, so clever was he,That never a cleverer parson could be.The parson loved children; he also loved walking,And off to the woods he was constantly stalking.To hear the sweet birds, and to see the green trees,And to do just exactly whate’er he might please.
Mychildren, come tell me now if you have everHeard of the parson who was so clever.So clever, so clever, so clever was he,That never a cleverer parson could be.
Mychildren, come tell me now if you have ever
Heard of the parson who was so clever.
So clever, so clever, so clever was he,
That never a cleverer parson could be.
The parson loved children; he also loved walking,And off to the woods he was constantly stalking.To hear the sweet birds, and to see the green trees,And to do just exactly whate’er he might please.
The parson loved children; he also loved walking,
And off to the woods he was constantly stalking.
To hear the sweet birds, and to see the green trees,
And to do just exactly whate’er he might please.
parson holding child
The children they followed him once to the wood,—(They loved the good parson, because he was good!)They followed him on for many a mileTo list to his voice, and to look at his smile.At length the children cried “Oh,—dear me!We’re tired! as tired as tired can be!’Tis supper time, too, while afar we thus roam;Now please, dear parson, to carry us home!”
The children they followed him once to the wood,—(They loved the good parson, because he was good!)They followed him on for many a mileTo list to his voice, and to look at his smile.At length the children cried “Oh,—dear me!We’re tired! as tired as tired can be!’Tis supper time, too, while afar we thus roam;Now please, dear parson, to carry us home!”
The children they followed him once to the wood,—(They loved the good parson, because he was good!)They followed him on for many a mileTo list to his voice, and to look at his smile.
The children they followed him once to the wood,—
(They loved the good parson, because he was good!)
They followed him on for many a mile
To list to his voice, and to look at his smile.
At length the children cried “Oh,—dear me!We’re tired! as tired as tired can be!’Tis supper time, too, while afar we thus roam;Now please, dear parson, to carry us home!”
At length the children cried “Oh,—dear me!
We’re tired! as tired as tired can be!
’Tis supper time, too, while afar we thus roam;
Now please, dear parson, to carry us home!”
parson walking with five children
The children were six, and the parson was one.Now, goodness gracious! what was to be done?He sat himself down in the shade of a tree,And pondered the matter most thoughtfully.
The children were six, and the parson was one.Now, goodness gracious! what was to be done?He sat himself down in the shade of a tree,And pondered the matter most thoughtfully.
The children were six, and the parson was one.Now, goodness gracious! what was to be done?He sat himself down in the shade of a tree,And pondered the matter most thoughtfully.
The children were six, and the parson was one.
Now, goodness gracious! what was to be done?
He sat himself down in the shade of a tree,
And pondered the matter most thoughtfully.
parson cutting sticks
At length he exclaimed, “My dear little chicks,I might carry one, but I can’t carry six!Yet courage! Your parson’s good care will provideThat each of you home on his own horse shall ride!”He drew out his jackknife so broad and so bright,And fell to work slashing with main and with might;Till ready there, one, two, three, four, five and six,Lay smooth and well polished, some excellent sticks.“Now mount your good horses, my children!” he cried.“Now mount your good horses and merrily ride!A pace, and a trot, and a gallop, away!And we shall be there ere the close of the day!”The children forgot they were “dreadfullytired!”They seized on the hobbies, with ardour inspired.“Gee, Dobbin! whoa, Dobbin! come up, Dobbin, do!Oh! Parson, dear Parson, won’t you gallop, too?”Away went the children, in frolicsome glee:Away went the parson, as pleased as could be.And when they arrived at the village, they cried,“Oh, dear! and oh, dear! what averyshort ride!”
At length he exclaimed, “My dear little chicks,I might carry one, but I can’t carry six!Yet courage! Your parson’s good care will provideThat each of you home on his own horse shall ride!”He drew out his jackknife so broad and so bright,And fell to work slashing with main and with might;Till ready there, one, two, three, four, five and six,Lay smooth and well polished, some excellent sticks.“Now mount your good horses, my children!” he cried.“Now mount your good horses and merrily ride!A pace, and a trot, and a gallop, away!And we shall be there ere the close of the day!”The children forgot they were “dreadfullytired!”They seized on the hobbies, with ardour inspired.“Gee, Dobbin! whoa, Dobbin! come up, Dobbin, do!Oh! Parson, dear Parson, won’t you gallop, too?”Away went the children, in frolicsome glee:Away went the parson, as pleased as could be.And when they arrived at the village, they cried,“Oh, dear! and oh, dear! what averyshort ride!”
At length he exclaimed, “My dear little chicks,I might carry one, but I can’t carry six!Yet courage! Your parson’s good care will provideThat each of you home on his own horse shall ride!”
At length he exclaimed, “My dear little chicks,
I might carry one, but I can’t carry six!
Yet courage! Your parson’s good care will provide
That each of you home on his own horse shall ride!”
He drew out his jackknife so broad and so bright,And fell to work slashing with main and with might;Till ready there, one, two, three, four, five and six,Lay smooth and well polished, some excellent sticks.
He drew out his jackknife so broad and so bright,
And fell to work slashing with main and with might;
Till ready there, one, two, three, four, five and six,
Lay smooth and well polished, some excellent sticks.
“Now mount your good horses, my children!” he cried.“Now mount your good horses and merrily ride!A pace, and a trot, and a gallop, away!And we shall be there ere the close of the day!”
“Now mount your good horses, my children!” he cried.
“Now mount your good horses and merrily ride!
A pace, and a trot, and a gallop, away!
And we shall be there ere the close of the day!”
The children forgot they were “dreadfullytired!”They seized on the hobbies, with ardour inspired.“Gee, Dobbin! whoa, Dobbin! come up, Dobbin, do!Oh! Parson, dear Parson, won’t you gallop, too?”
The children forgot they were “dreadfullytired!”
They seized on the hobbies, with ardour inspired.
“Gee, Dobbin! whoa, Dobbin! come up, Dobbin, do!
Oh! Parson, dear Parson, won’t you gallop, too?”
Away went the children, in frolicsome glee:Away went the parson, as pleased as could be.And when they arrived at the village, they cried,“Oh, dear! and oh, dear! what averyshort ride!”
Away went the children, in frolicsome glee:
Away went the parson, as pleased as could be.
And when they arrived at the village, they cried,
“Oh, dear! and oh, dear! what averyshort ride!”
chidren and parson sitting on side of path