SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG II

Come Harry and Polly, and Billy anti Dolly, My play-fellows all, hither come; With manners so pretty, a while leave the city, And ramble a little from home.

We shall all be delighted, and none will be slighted, Our nurses too with us shall come; And we'll all be playing, the time sweet delaying, 'Till ev'ning shall warn us—go home.

While we are well treated, our pleasure completed, Sure all the good children will come; As in innocent sporting new pleasures we're courting, We shall dream of them when we go home.

Our joys thus o'erflowing, no cares nor ills knowing, As none that are naughty must come; By all thus regarded, and prais'd and rewarded, How merrily we shall go home!