SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG VIII

O'er the fields, through the gardens we rove at our will, For leave is now giv'n us to play; So we'll take thus of innocent pastime our fill, And make holiday while we may.

'TIs because we've been good that such pleasures we taste, Our'essons so soon we have learn'd; That now we have leisure which pays for our haste, No joys are like those which are earn'n.

Then to Charley, to Jemmy, to Betsey we'll go, But Peter the naughty we'll shun; For we cannot true pleasure in company know, Of boys that from learning will run.

Little Charley and Jemmy their parents obey, And Betsey's so good, that I find. Her aunt has just given her a frock fine and gay, And her friends are all loving and kind.

When we leave off our sporting, and home I return, I know what Mamma will give me, And my brother and sister, for all in our turn Will be happy and all will agree.

And now to the pye-house you'll all take a race; But stop a while 'till you start fair; Oh I see that young Tommy breaks first from his place, Yet I'll catch him before he gets there.