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Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. WILLIE COCKS HIS HIL AND BONNET JONNY BEATS THE DRUM
ream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes. But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn, And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn. ESCAPE AT BEDTIME The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead and all moving about, There were thousands of millions of stars. There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree, Nor of people in church or the Park, As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me, And that glittered and winked in the dark. The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all, And the star of the sailor, and Mars, These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall Would be half full of water and stars. They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries, And they soon had me packed into bed; But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes, And the stars going round in my head. [Illustration] [Illustration] MARCHING SONG Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come!  SECTION NUMBER FOUR OF A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THIS LIVER BOXER COURTING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN ESCAPE AT BEDTIME THE LIGHTS FROM THE PARLOR AND THE KITCHEN SHONE OUT THROUGH THE BLINDS AND THE WINDOWS AND BARS AND HIGH OVERHEAD AND ALL MOVING ABOUT THERE WERE THOUSANDS AND MILLIONS OF STARS THERE NEER WERE SUCH DOLVANS OF LEAVES ON A TREE NOR OF PEOPLE IN A CHURCH OR THE PARK AS THE CROWDS OF THE STARS THAT LOOKED DOWN UPON ME THAT GLITTERED AND WINKED IN THE DARK THE DOG AND THE PLOUGH AND THE HUNTER AND ALL AND THE STAR OF THE SAILOR ON MARRED THOSE SHINING THE SKY AND THE PALE BY THE WELL WOULD BE HALF FULL OF WATER AND STARS THEY SAW ME AT LAST WHEN THEY CHASED ME WITH CRIES AND THEY SOON HAD ME PACKED INTO BED BUT THE FLOOR KEPT SHINING AND BRIGHT IN MY EYES AND THE STARS KEPT GOING ROUND MY HEAD MARCHING SONG BRING THE COMB AND PLAY UPON IT MARCHING HERE WE COME
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