large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_30_64kb_8
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_30_64kb
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scamper to bed  you shall ride him tonight! SCAMPER TO BED YOU SHALL WRITE HIM TO NIGHT
t is yonder, out yonder, the Fly-Away Horse Speedeth ever and ever away-- Over meadows and lanes, over mountains and plains, Over streamlets that sing at their play; And over the sea like a ghost sweepeth he, While the ships they go sailing below, And he speedeth so fast that the men at the mast Adjudge him some portent of woe. "What ho there!" they cry, As he flourishes by With a whisk of his beautiful tail; And the fish in the sea Are as scared as can be, From the nautilus up to the whale! And the Fly-Away Horse seeks those faraway lands You little folk dream of at night-- Where candy-trees grow, and honey-brooks flow, And corn-fields with popcorn are white; And the beasts in the wood are ever so good To children who visit them there-- What glory astride of a lion to ride, Or to wrestle around with a bear! The monkeys, they say: "Come on, let us play," And they frisk in the cocoanut-trees: While the parrots, that cling To the peanut-vines, sing Or converse with comparative ease! Off! THE LAP OF OLD GRANDMOTHER NIGHT IT IS YONDER OUT YONDER THE FLYAWAY HORSE SPEEDETH EVER AND EVER AWAY OVER MEADOWS AND LANES OVER MOUNTAINS AND PLAINS OVER STREAMLETS THAT SINGE AT THEIR PLAY AND OVER THE SEA LIKE A GHOST SWEEPETH HE WHILE THE SHIPS THEY GO SAILING BELOW AND HE SPEEDETH SO FAST THAT THE MEN AT THE MAST ADJUDGE HIM SOME PORTENT OF WOE WHAT HO THERE THEY CRY AS HE FLOURISHES BY WITH A WHISK OF HIS BEAUTIFUL TAIL AND THE FISH IN THE SEA ARE AS SCARED AS CAN BE FROM THE NAUTILUS UP TO THE WHALE AND THE FLYAWAY HORSE SEEKS THOSE FAR AWAY LANDS YOU LITTLE FOLK DREAM OF AT NIGHT WHERE CANDY TREES GROW AND HONEY BROOKS FLOW AND CORNFIELDS WITH POP CORN ARE WHITE AND THE BEASTS IN THE WOOD ARE EVER SO GOOD TO CHILDREN WHO VISIT THEM THERE WHAT GLORIOUS STRIDE OF A LION TO RIDE OR TO WRESTLE AROUND WITH A BEAR THE MONKEYS THEY SAY COME ON LET US PLAY AND THEY FRISK IN THE COCOA NUT TREES WHILE THE PARROTS THAT CLING TO THE PEANUT VINES SING OR CONVERSE WITH COMPARATIVE EASE OFF
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