large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_22_64kb_1
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_22_64kb
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Hold fast the string and wind it tight, That the song be loud and clear; Now hurl the top with all your might Upon the banquette here; And straight from the string The joyous thing Boundeth and spinneth along, And it whirrs and it chirrs And it birrs and it purrs Ever its pretty song. HOLD FAST THE STRING AND WIND IT TIGHT THAT THE SONG BE LOUD AND CLEAR NOW HURL THE TOP WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT UPON THE BANK YET HERE AND STRAIGHT FROM THE STRING THE JOYOUS THING BOUNDETH AND SPINNETH ALONG AND IT WHIRS AND IT CHIRS AND IT BURS AND IT PURRES EVER ITS PRETTY SONG
nd one eye's black and the other's blue-- "Aha, Oho!" The rich little lady goes out to ride With footmen standing up outside, Yet wishes that, sometimes, after dark Her father would trundle her in the park;-- That, sometimes, her mother would sing the things Little Miss Brag says her mother sings When through the attic window streams The moonlight full of golden dreams-- "Aha, Oho!" Yes, little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way; And yet who knows but from her heart Often the bitter sighs upstart-- Uprise to lose their burn and sting In the grace of the tongue that loves to sing Praise of the treasures all its own! So I've come to love that treble tone-- "Aha, Oho!" THE HUMMING TOP The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song To my dear little boy at play-- Merrily singeth all day long, As it spinneth and spinneth away. And my dear little boy He laugheth with joy When he heareth the monotone Of that busy thing That loveth to sing The song that is all its own.  LOVE THE HUMMING TOP FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS THE LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION ORDER VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT L I BI R I VIO X DATOWARGI RECORDING BY SQUIDVASH LAKOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD THE HUMMING TOP THE TOP IT HUMETH A SWEET SWEET SONG TO MY DEAR LITTLE BOY AT PLAY MERRILY SINGETH ALL DAY LONG AS IT SPINNETH AND SPINNETH AWAY AND MY DEAR LITTLE BOY HE LAUGHETH WITH JOY WHEN HE HEARETH A MONOTONE OF THAT BUSY THING THAT LOVETH TO SING THE SONG THAT IS ALL ITS OWN
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