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how it rained! (But grampa says that that's the way "baptizo" is explained.) And once I jined the 'Piscopils an' had a heap o' fun   But the boss of all the picnics was the Presbyteriun! HOW IT RAINED BUT GRANDPA SAYS THAT THAT'S THE WAY BAPTISO IS EXPLAINED AND ONCE I DINED THE BISCOPILLS AND HAD A HEAP OF FUN BUT IF I SAW THE PICNICS WAS THE PRESBYTERIAN
oth with the flame of the morning sky!" I look in the brook and see a face-- Heigh-ho, but the years go by! The rushes are dead in the old-time place, And the willows I knew when a child was I. And the brook it seemeth to me to say, As ever it stealeth on its way-- Solemnly now, and not in play: "Oh, come with me To the slumbrous sea That is gray with the peace of the evening sky!" Heigh-ho, but the years go by-- I would to God that a child were I! PICNIC-TIME It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy That's sure to come this time o' year to every little boy; For, every June, the Sunday-schools at picnics may be seen, Where "fields beyont the swellin' floods stand dressed in livin' green"; Where little girls are skeered to death with spiders, bugs, and ants, An' little boys get grass-stains on their go-to meetin' pants. It's June ag'in, an' with it all what happiness is mine-- There's goin' to be a picnic, an' I'm goin' to jine! One year I jined the Baptists, an' goodness!  PICNIC TIME FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS THE LIVERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT L I B R I VO X DATOWORGI RECORDING BY SQUIDVASH LAKOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD PICNIC TIME IT'S JUNE AGAIN AND IN MY SOUL I FEEL THE FILLIN JOY THAT'S SURE TO COME THIS TIMEY YEAR TO EVERY LITTLE BOY FOR EVERY JUNE THE SUNDAY SCHOOLS AT PICNICS MAY BE SEEN WHERE FIELDS BEYOND THE SWELLEN BLOOD STAND DRESSED IN LIVIN GREEN WHERE LITTLE GIRLS ARE SKEERED TO DEATH WITH SPIDERS BUGS AND ANTS AND LITTLE BOYS GET GRASS STAINS ON THEIR GOLDEN MEATING PANTS IT'S JUNE AGAIN AND WITH IT ALL WHAT HAPPINESS IS MINE THERE'S GOING TO BE A PICNIC AND I'M GOING TO JOIN ONE YEAR I DINED THE BAPTIST AND GOODNESS
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