A SORROW.

A SORROW.

The White Rat died last night.We found him cold and stiff;We wrapped him warm and tight.In my best handkerchief.Jimmy marched on before,Bearing the poor dead Rat;Alice deep mourning wore,I had papa’s silk hat.Jimmy the sermon preached,Alice and I just cried.That was a noble speech,Worthy the Rat that died.We made him a tiny grave.Down in the shadow dimWhere the willow hedge-rows waveWe solemnly buried him.Jimmy and Alice and IWent sadly back to our play.But there’s a cloud in the sky,And a shade on the Shining Way.

The White Rat died last night.We found him cold and stiff;We wrapped him warm and tight.In my best handkerchief.Jimmy marched on before,Bearing the poor dead Rat;Alice deep mourning wore,I had papa’s silk hat.Jimmy the sermon preached,Alice and I just cried.That was a noble speech,Worthy the Rat that died.We made him a tiny grave.Down in the shadow dimWhere the willow hedge-rows waveWe solemnly buried him.Jimmy and Alice and IWent sadly back to our play.But there’s a cloud in the sky,And a shade on the Shining Way.

The White Rat died last night.We found him cold and stiff;We wrapped him warm and tight.In my best handkerchief.

The White Rat died last night.

We found him cold and stiff;

We wrapped him warm and tight.

In my best handkerchief.

Jimmy marched on before,Bearing the poor dead Rat;Alice deep mourning wore,I had papa’s silk hat.

Jimmy marched on before,

Bearing the poor dead Rat;

Alice deep mourning wore,

I had papa’s silk hat.

Jimmy the sermon preached,Alice and I just cried.That was a noble speech,Worthy the Rat that died.

Jimmy the sermon preached,

Alice and I just cried.

That was a noble speech,

Worthy the Rat that died.

We made him a tiny grave.Down in the shadow dimWhere the willow hedge-rows waveWe solemnly buried him.

We made him a tiny grave.

Down in the shadow dim

Where the willow hedge-rows wave

We solemnly buried him.

Jimmy and Alice and IWent sadly back to our play.But there’s a cloud in the sky,And a shade on the Shining Way.

Jimmy and Alice and I

Went sadly back to our play.

But there’s a cloud in the sky,

And a shade on the Shining Way.


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