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Title: Marigold Garden

Author: Kate Greenaway

Release date: October 14, 2006 [eBook #19541]

Language: English

Credits: Produced by David Garcia, Suzanne Shell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net

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Marigold Garden By Kate Greenaway

You little girl,You little boy,With wondering eyes,That kindly look,In honour ofTwo noble namesI send the offeringOf this book.

You little girl,

You little boy,

With wondering eyes,

That kindly look,

In honour of

Two noble names

I send the offering

Of this book.

Printed in U.S.A.

SUSAN BLUE.

BLUE SHOES.

STREET SHOW.

TO THE SUN DOOR.

THE DAISIES.

THE DANCING FAMILY.

GOING TO SEE GRANDMAMMA.

WISHES.

FIRST ARRIVALS.

WHEN WE WENT OUT WITH GRANDMAMMA.

TO MYSTERY LAND.

FROM MARKET.

LITTLE PHILLIS.

THE FOUR PRINCESSES.

WHEN YOU AND I GROW UP.

IN AN APPLE TREE.

THE WEDDING BELLS.

THE LITTLE LONDON GIRL.

TO BABY.

WILLY AND HIS SISTER.

AT SCHOOL.

HAPPY DAYS.

THE LITTLE QUEEN'S COMING.

ON THE WALL TOP.

TIP-A-TOE.

MAMMAS AND BABIES.

MY LITTLE GIRLIE.

THE CATS HAVE COME TO TEA.

THE TEA PARTY.

UNDER ROSE ARCHES.

A GENTEEL FAMILY.

BABY MINE.

LITTLE GIRLS AND LITTLE LAMBS.

FROM WONDER WORLD.

CHILD'S SONG.

MISS MOLLY AND THE LITTLE FISHES.

THE LITTLE JUMPING GIRLS.

RING-A-RING.

ON THE BRIDGE.

BALL.

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Oh, Susan Blue,How do you do?Please may I go for a walk with you?Where shall we go?Oh, I know—Down in the meadow where the cowslips grow!

Oh, Susan Blue,

How do you do?

Please may I go for a walk with you?

Where shall we go?

Oh, I know—

Down in the meadow where the cowslips grow!

[5]

Little Blue ShoesMustn't goVery far alone, you knowElse she'll fall down,Or, lose her way;Fancy—whatWould mamma say?Better put her little handUnder sister's wise command.When she's a little older grownBlue Shoes may go quite alone.

Little Blue Shoes

Mustn't go

Very far alone, you know

Else she'll fall down,

Or, lose her way;

Fancy—what

Would mamma say?

Better put her little hand

Under sister's wise command.

When she's a little older grown

Blue Shoes may go quite alone.

[6]

Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blowAll you little boys and girls come and see the show.One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree;But the little Bird he flies away—"She hasn't got me!"

Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow

All you little boys and girls come and see the show.

One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree;

But the little Bird he flies away—

"She hasn't got me!"

[7]

They saw it rise in the morning,They saw it set at night,And they longed to go and see it,Ah! if they only might.The little soft white clouds heard them,And stepped from out of the blue;And each laid a little child softlyUpon its bosom of dew.And they carried them higher and higher,And they nothing knew any moreUntil they were standing waitingIn front of the round gold door.And they knocked, and called, and entreated,Whoever should be within;But all to no purpose, for no oneWould hearken to let them in.

They saw it rise in the morning,They saw it set at night,And they longed to go and see it,Ah! if they only might.

They saw it rise in the morning,

They saw it set at night,

And they longed to go and see it,

Ah! if they only might.

The little soft white clouds heard them,And stepped from out of the blue;And each laid a little child softlyUpon its bosom of dew.

The little soft white clouds heard them,

And stepped from out of the blue;

And each laid a little child softly

Upon its bosom of dew.

And they carried them higher and higher,And they nothing knew any moreUntil they were standing waitingIn front of the round gold door.

And they carried them higher and higher,

And they nothing knew any more

Until they were standing waiting

In front of the round gold door.

And they knocked, and called, and entreated,Whoever should be within;But all to no purpose, for no oneWould hearken to let them in.

And they knocked, and called, and entreated,

Whoever should be within;

But all to no purpose, for no one

Would hearken to let them in.

[8]

You very fine Miss Molly,What will the daisies say,If you carry home so manyOf their little friends to-day?

You very fine Miss Molly,

What will the daisies say,

If you carry home so many

Of their little friends to-day?

Perhaps you take a sister,Perhaps you take a brother,Or two little daisies whoWere fond of one another.

Perhaps you take a sister,

Perhaps you take a brother,

Or two little daisies who

Were fond of one another.

[9]

THE DANCING FAMILY.Pray let me introduce you toThis little dancing family;For morning, afternoon, and nightThey danced away so happily.They twirled round about,They turned their toes out;The people wondered what the noiseCould all be about.They danced from early morning,Till very late at night;Both in-doors and out-of-doors,With very great delight.

Pray let me introduce you toThis little dancing family;For morning, afternoon, and nightThey danced away so happily.

Pray let me introduce you to

This little dancing family;

For morning, afternoon, and night

They danced away so happily.

They twirled round about,They turned their toes out;The people wondered what the noiseCould all be about.

They twirled round about,

They turned their toes out;

The people wondered what the noise

Could all be about.

They danced from early morning,Till very late at night;Both in-doors and out-of-doors,With very great delight.

They danced from early morning,

Till very late at night;

Both in-doors and out-of-doors,

With very great delight.

[10]

And every sort of dance they knew,From every country far away;And so it was no wonder thatThey should keep dancing all the day.So dancing—dancing—dancing,In sunshine or in rain;And when they all left off,Why then—they all began again.

And every sort of dance they knew,From every country far away;And so it was no wonder thatThey should keep dancing all the day.

And every sort of dance they knew,

From every country far away;

And so it was no wonder that

They should keep dancing all the day.

So dancing—dancing—dancing,In sunshine or in rain;And when they all left off,Why then—they all began again.

So dancing—dancing—dancing,

In sunshine or in rain;

And when they all left off,

Why then—they all began again.

[11]

Little Molly and DamonAre walking so far,For they're going to seeTheir kind Grandmamma.And they very well know,When they get there she'll takeFrom out of her cupboardSome very nice cake.

Little Molly and DamonAre walking so far,For they're going to seeTheir kind Grandmamma.

Little Molly and Damon

Are walking so far,

For they're going to see

Their kind Grandmamma.

And they very well know,When they get there she'll takeFrom out of her cupboardSome very nice cake.

And they very well know,

When they get there she'll take

From out of her cupboard

Some very nice cake.

And into her gardenThey know they may run,And pick some red currants,And have lots of fun.So Damon to doggieSays, "How do you do?"And asks his mammaIf he may not go too.

And into her gardenThey know they may run,And pick some red currants,And have lots of fun.

And into her garden

They know they may run,

And pick some red currants,

And have lots of fun.

So Damon to doggieSays, "How do you do?"And asks his mammaIf he may not go too.

So Damon to doggie

Says, "How do you do?"

And asks his mamma

If he may not go too.

[12]

Oh, if you were a little boy,And I was a little girl—Why you would have some whiskers growAnd then my hair would curl.Ah! if I could have whiskers grow,I'd let you have my curls;But what's the use of wishing it—Boys never can be girls.

Oh, if you were a little boy,And I was a little girl—Why you would have some whiskers growAnd then my hair would curl.

Oh, if you were a little boy,

And I was a little girl—

Why you would have some whiskers grow

And then my hair would curl.

Ah! if I could have whiskers grow,I'd let you have my curls;But what's the use of wishing it—Boys never can be girls.

Ah! if I could have whiskers grow,

I'd let you have my curls;

But what's the use of wishing it—

Boys never can be girls.

[13]

It is a Party, do you know,And there they sit, all in a row,Waiting till the others come,To begin to have some fun.Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,Other little friends appear;And no longer all aloneThey begin to feel at home.

It is a Party, do you know,And there they sit, all in a row,Waiting till the others come,To begin to have some fun.

It is a Party, do you know,

And there they sit, all in a row,

Waiting till the others come,

To begin to have some fun.

Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,Other little friends appear;And no longer all aloneThey begin to feel at home.

Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,

Other little friends appear;

And no longer all alone

They begin to feel at home.

To them a little hard is Fate,Yet better early than too late;Fancy getting there forlorn,With the tea and cake all gone.Wonder what they'll have for tea;Hope the jam is strawberry.Wonder what the dance and game;Feel so very glad they came.

To them a little hard is Fate,Yet better early than too late;Fancy getting there forlorn,With the tea and cake all gone.

To them a little hard is Fate,

Yet better early than too late;

Fancy getting there forlorn,

With the tea and cake all gone.

Wonder what they'll have for tea;Hope the jam is strawberry.Wonder what the dance and game;Feel so very glad they came.

Wonder what they'll have for tea;

Hope the jam is strawberry.

Wonder what the dance and game;

Feel so very glad they came.

Very Happy may you be,May you much enjoy your tea.

Very Happy may you be,

May you much enjoy your tea.

[14]

When we went out with Grandmamma—Mamma said for a treat—Oh, dear, how stiff we had to walkAs we went down the street.

When we went out with Grandmamma—

Mamma said for a treat—

Oh, dear, how stiff we had to walk

As we went down the street.

One on each side we had to go,And never laugh or loll;I carried Prim, her Spaniard dog,And Tom—her parasol.

One on each side we had to go,

And never laugh or loll;

I carried Prim, her Spaniard dog,

And Tom—her parasol.

[15]

IfIlooked right—if Tomlooked left—"Tom—Susan—I'm ashamed;And little Prim, I'm sure, is shocked,To hear such naughties named."

IfIlooked right—if Tomlooked left—

"Tom—Susan—I'm ashamed;

And little Prim, I'm sure, is shocked,

To hear such naughties named."

She said we had no manners,If we ever talked or sung;"You should have seen," said Grandmamma,"Mewalk, whenIwas young."She told us—oh, so often—How little girls and boys,In the good days when she was young,Never made any noise.

She said we had no manners,If we ever talked or sung;"You should have seen," said Grandmamma,"Mewalk, whenIwas young."

She said we had no manners,

If we ever talked or sung;

"You should have seen," said Grandmamma,

"Mewalk, whenIwas young."

She told us—oh, so often—How little girls and boys,In the good days when she was young,Never made any noise.

She told us—oh, so often—

How little girls and boys,

In the good days when she was young,

Never made any noise.

She said they never wished thenTo play—oh, indeed!They learnt to sew and needlework,Or else to write and read.She said her mother never letHer speak a word at meals;"But now," said Grandmamma, "you'd thinkThat children's tongues had wheels

She said they never wished thenTo play—oh, indeed!They learnt to sew and needlework,Or else to write and read.

She said they never wished then

To play—oh, indeed!

They learnt to sew and needlework,

Or else to write and read.

She said her mother never letHer speak a word at meals;"But now," said Grandmamma, "you'd thinkThat children's tongues had wheels

She said her mother never let

Her speak a word at meals;

"But now," said Grandmamma, "you'd think

That children's tongues had wheels

"So fast they go—clack, clack, clack, clack;Now listen well, I pray,And let me see you both improveFrom what I've said to-day."

"So fast they go—clack, clack, clack, clack;

Now listen well, I pray,

And let me see you both improve

From what I've said to-day."

[16]

TO MYSTERY LAND.Oh, dear, how will it end?Peggy and Susie how naughty you are.You little know where you are,Going so far, and so high,Nearly up to the sky.Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there,And perhaps it's a lovely Princess.But you very well knowYou've no business to go;You'll get yourselves into a mess.

Oh, dear, how will it end?Peggy and Susie how naughty you are.You little know where you are,Going so far, and so high,Nearly up to the sky.Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there,And perhaps it's a lovely Princess.But you very well knowYou've no business to go;You'll get yourselves into a mess.

Oh, dear, how will it end?

Peggy and Susie how naughty you are.

You little know where you are,

Going so far, and so high,

Nearly up to the sky.

Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there,

And perhaps it's a lovely Princess.

But you very well know

You've no business to go;

You'll get yourselves into a mess.

Oh, dear, I'm sure it is true;Whatever on earth can it matter to you?For you know it—oh, fie—That it's naughty to pryInto other's affairs—Into other folks houses to go,Where you knowYou're not asked.So you'd better come backWhile there's time, it is plain.Go home—and be neverSo naughty again.

Oh, dear, I'm sure it is true;

Whatever on earth can it matter to you?

For you know it—oh, fie—

That it's naughty to pry

Into other's affairs—

Into other folks houses to go,

Where you know

You're not asked.

So you'd better come back

While there's time, it is plain.

Go home—and be never

So naughty again.

[17]

Oh who'll give us Posies,And Garlands of Roses,To twine round our heads so gay?For here we come bringingYou many good wishes to-day.From market—from market—from market—We all come up from market.

Oh who'll give us Posies,

And Garlands of Roses,

To twine round our heads so gay?

For here we come bringing

You many good wishes to-day.

From market—from market—from market—

We all come up from market.

[18]

I am a very little girl,I think that I've turned two;And if you'd like to know my nameI'd like to tell it you.They always call me Baby,But Phillis is my name.No—no one ever gave it me,I think it only came.I've got a pretty tulipIn my little flower-bed;If you would like I'll give it you—It's yellow, striped with red.

I am a very little girl,I think that I've turned two;And if you'd like to know my nameI'd like to tell it you.

I am a very little girl,

I think that I've turned two;

And if you'd like to know my name

I'd like to tell it you.

They always call me Baby,But Phillis is my name.No—no one ever gave it me,I think it only came.

They always call me Baby,

But Phillis is my name.

No—no one ever gave it me,

I think it only came.

I've got a pretty tulipIn my little flower-bed;If you would like I'll give it you—It's yellow, striped with red.

I've got a pretty tulip

In my little flower-bed;

If you would like I'll give it you—

It's yellow, striped with red.

I've got a little kitten, butI can't give that away,She likes to play with mesomuch;She's gone to sleep to-day.And I've got a nice new dolly,Shall I fetch her out to you?She's got such pretty shoes on,And her bonnet's trimmed with blue.You'd like to take her home with you?Oh,no, she mustn't go;Good-bye—I want to run now,You walk along so slow.

I've got a little kitten, butI can't give that away,She likes to play with mesomuch;She's gone to sleep to-day.

I've got a little kitten, but

I can't give that away,

She likes to play with mesomuch;

She's gone to sleep to-day.

And I've got a nice new dolly,Shall I fetch her out to you?She's got such pretty shoes on,And her bonnet's trimmed with blue.

And I've got a nice new dolly,

Shall I fetch her out to you?

She's got such pretty shoes on,

And her bonnet's trimmed with blue.

You'd like to take her home with you?Oh,no, she mustn't go;Good-bye—I want to run now,You walk along so slow.

You'd like to take her home with you?

Oh,no, she mustn't go;

Good-bye—I want to run now,

You walk along so slow.

[19]

THE FOUR PRINCESSES.Four Princesses lived in a Green Tower—A Bright Green Tower in the middle of the sea;And no one could think—oh, no one could think—Who the Four Princesses could be.One looked to the North, and one to the South,And one to the East, and one to the West;They were all so pretty, so very pretty,You could not tell which was the prettiest.

Four Princesses lived in a Green Tower—A Bright Green Tower in the middle of the sea;And no one could think—oh, no one could think—Who the Four Princesses could be.

Four Princesses lived in a Green Tower—

A Bright Green Tower in the middle of the sea;

And no one could think—oh, no one could think—

Who the Four Princesses could be.

One looked to the North, and one to the South,And one to the East, and one to the West;They were all so pretty, so very pretty,You could not tell which was the prettiest.

One looked to the North, and one to the South,

And one to the East, and one to the West;

They were all so pretty, so very pretty,

You could not tell which was the prettiest.

[20]

Their curls were golden—their eyes were blue,And their voices were sweet as a silvery bell;And four white birds around them flew,But where they came from—whocould tell?Oh, who could tell? for no one knew,And not a word could you hear them say.But the sound of their singing, like church bells ringing,Would sweetly float as they passed away.For under the sun, and under the stars,They often sailed on the distant sea;Then in their Green Tower and Roses bowerThey lived again—a mystery.

Their curls were golden—their eyes were blue,And their voices were sweet as a silvery bell;And four white birds around them flew,But where they came from—whocould tell?

Their curls were golden—their eyes were blue,

And their voices were sweet as a silvery bell;

And four white birds around them flew,

But where they came from—whocould tell?

Oh, who could tell? for no one knew,And not a word could you hear them say.But the sound of their singing, like church bells ringing,Would sweetly float as they passed away.

Oh, who could tell? for no one knew,

And not a word could you hear them say.

But the sound of their singing, like church bells ringing,

Would sweetly float as they passed away.

For under the sun, and under the stars,They often sailed on the distant sea;Then in their Green Tower and Roses bowerThey lived again—a mystery.

For under the sun, and under the stars,

They often sailed on the distant sea;

Then in their Green Tower and Roses bower

They lived again—a mystery.

[21]

WHEN YOU AND I GROW UP.When you and IGrow up—Polly—I mean that you and me,Shall go sailing in a big shipRight over all the sea.We'll wait till we are older,For if we went to-day,You know that we might lose ourselves,And never find the way.

When you and IGrow up—Polly—I mean that you and me,Shall go sailing in a big shipRight over all the sea.We'll wait till we are older,For if we went to-day,You know that we might lose ourselves,And never find the way.

When you and I

Grow up—Polly—

I mean that you and me,

Shall go sailing in a big ship

Right over all the sea.

We'll wait till we are older,

For if we went to-day,

You know that we might lose ourselves,

And never find the way.

[22]

IN AN APPLE TREE.In September, when the apples were red,To Belinda I said,"Would you like to go awayTo Heaven, or stayHere in this orchard full of treesAll your life?" And she said, "If you pleaseI'll stay here—where I know,And the flowers grow."

In September, when the apples were red,To Belinda I said,"Would you like to go awayTo Heaven, or stayHere in this orchard full of treesAll your life?" And she said, "If you pleaseI'll stay here—where I know,And the flowers grow."

In September, when the apples were red,

To Belinda I said,

"Would you like to go away

To Heaven, or stay

Here in this orchard full of trees

All your life?" And she said, "If you please

I'll stay here—where I know,

And the flowers grow."

[23]

THE WEDDING BELLS.The Wedding Bells were ringing,And Monday was the day,And all the little ladiesWere there so fresh and gay.And up—up—up the steps they went,The wedding fine to see;And the Roses were all for the Bride,So pretty—so pretty was she.

The Wedding Bells were ringing,And Monday was the day,And all the little ladiesWere there so fresh and gay.

The Wedding Bells were ringing,

And Monday was the day,

And all the little ladies

Were there so fresh and gay.

And up—up—up the steps they went,The wedding fine to see;And the Roses were all for the Bride,So pretty—so pretty was she.

And up—up—up the steps they went,

The wedding fine to see;

And the Roses were all for the Bride,

So pretty—so pretty was she.

[24]

In my little Green House, quite content am I,When the hot sun pours down from the sky;For oh, I love the country—the beautiful country.Who'd live in a London street when there's the country?I live in a London street, then I long and longTo be the whole day the sweet Flowers amongInstead of tall chimney-pots up in the sky,The joy of seeing Birds and Dragon Flies go by.

In my little Green House, quite content am I,When the hot sun pours down from the sky;For oh, I love the country—the beautiful country.Who'd live in a London street when there's the country?

In my little Green House, quite content am I,

When the hot sun pours down from the sky;

For oh, I love the country—the beautiful country.

Who'd live in a London street when there's the country?

I live in a London street, then I long and longTo be the whole day the sweet Flowers amongInstead of tall chimney-pots up in the sky,The joy of seeing Birds and Dragon Flies go by.

I live in a London street, then I long and long

To be the whole day the sweet Flowers among

Instead of tall chimney-pots up in the sky,

The joy of seeing Birds and Dragon Flies go by.

[25]

At home I lie in bed, and cannot go to sleep,For the sound of cart-wheels upon the hard street.But here my eyes close up to no sound of anythingExcept it is to hear the nightingales sing.And then I see the Chickens and the Geese go walking,I hear the Pigs and the Ducks all talking.And the Red and the Spotted Cows they stare at me,As if they wondered whoever I could be.I see the little Lambs out with their mothers—Such pretty little white young sisters and brothers.Oh, I'll stay in the country, and make a daisy chain,And never go back to London again.

At home I lie in bed, and cannot go to sleep,For the sound of cart-wheels upon the hard street.But here my eyes close up to no sound of anythingExcept it is to hear the nightingales sing.

At home I lie in bed, and cannot go to sleep,

For the sound of cart-wheels upon the hard street.

But here my eyes close up to no sound of anything

Except it is to hear the nightingales sing.

And then I see the Chickens and the Geese go walking,I hear the Pigs and the Ducks all talking.And the Red and the Spotted Cows they stare at me,As if they wondered whoever I could be.

And then I see the Chickens and the Geese go walking,

I hear the Pigs and the Ducks all talking.

And the Red and the Spotted Cows they stare at me,

As if they wondered whoever I could be.

I see the little Lambs out with their mothers—Such pretty little white young sisters and brothers.Oh, I'll stay in the country, and make a daisy chain,And never go back to London again.

I see the little Lambs out with their mothers—

Such pretty little white young sisters and brothers.

Oh, I'll stay in the country, and make a daisy chain,

And never go back to London again.

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