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A Child's Own Book of Verse, Book Three by  Ada M. Skinner and Frances Gillespy Wickes


 

 

A CANADIAN FOLK-SONG

[9]

The doors are shut, the windows fast,

Outside the gust is driving past,

Outside the shivering ivy clings,

While on the hob the kettle sings.

Margery, Margery, make the tea,

Singeth the kettle merrily.


The streams are hushed up where they flowed,

The ponds are frozen along the road,

The cattle are housed in shed and byre,

While singeth the kettle on the fire.

Margery, Margery, make the tea,

Singeth the kettle merrily.


The fisherman on the bay in his boat

Shivers and buttons up his coat;

The traveler stops at the tavern door,

And the kettle answers the chimney's roar.

Margery, Margery, make the tea,

Singeth the kettle merrily.


The firelight dances upon the wall,

Footsteps are heard in the outer hall,

And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room,

And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom.

Margery, Margery, make the tea,

Singeth the kettle merrily.

—WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL.


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