Part 19 (1/2)

Little arm go there and back, Always tic and always tac, tic, tac, tac.

XV. The Rovers.

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Rovers music]

We like to go a-roving, From place to place a-moving, For wandering is such sweet employ, It fills our hearts with quiet joy.

Wander, we'll wander, We hear the warblers singing, The air with music ringing; We hear the sheep cry bah!

We hear the sweet bees humming, We see the large flies coming, See, see, they fly away!

Wander, we'll wander, Wander, we'll wander, The flocks move on so stately, The fields are dressed so neatly, All flowers smell so sweetly; Come, wander, we'll wander, wander, we'll wander.

XVI. The Weatherc.o.c.k.

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Weatherc.o.c.k music]

Like the weatherc.o.c.k I'm going, When the stormy wind is blowing; While to East and West I'm turning, I the compa.s.s points am learning.

XVII. The Bees.

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Bees music]

The bees are flying and humming, Why are they all coming?

Honey they do seek, Honey they do seek.

Hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum, Hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum.