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Market Square

by A. A. Milne

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Drawing the boundary…

Rest, sweet nymphs

by Francis Pilkington

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Drawing the boundary…

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Market Square

by A. A. Milne

I had a penny,
A bright new penny,
I took my penny
To the market square.
I wanted a rabbit,
A little brown rabbit,
And I looked for a rabbit
'Most everywhere.

For I went to the stall where they sold sweet lavender
("Only a penny for a bunch of lavender!").
"Have you got a rabbit, 'cos I don't want lavender?"
 But they hadn't got a rabbit, not anywhere there.

I had a penny,
And I had another penny,
I took my pennies
To the market square.
I did want a rabbit,
A little baby rabbit,
And I looked for rabbits
'Most everywhere.

And I went to the stall where they sold fresh mackerel
("Now then! Tuppence for a fresh-caught mackerel!")
"Have you got a rabbit, 'cos I don't like mackerel?"
 But they hadn't got a rabbit, not anywhere there.

I found a sixpence,
A little white sixpence.
I took it in my hand
To the market square.
I was buying my rabbit
(I do like rabbits),
And I looked for my rabbit
'Most everywhere.

So I went to the stall where they sold fine saucepans
("Walk up, walk up, sixpence for a saucepan!").
"Could I have a rabbit, 'cos we've got two saucepans?"
 But they hadn't got a rabbit, not anywhere there.

I had nuffin',
No, I hadn't got nuffin',
So I didn't go down
To the market square;
But I walked on the common,
The old-gold common . . .
 And I saw little rabbits
'Most everywhere!

So I'm sorry for the people who sell fine saucepans,
I'm sorry for the people who sell fresh mackerel,
I'm sorry for the people who sell sweet lavender,
'Cos they haven't got a rabbit, not anywhere there!

Rest, sweet nymphs

by Francis Pilkington

Rest, sweet nymphs, let golden sleep
Charm your star-brighter eyes,
While my lute the watch doth keep
With pleasing sympathies.
Lulla lullaby, lulla lullaby,
Sleep sweetly, sleep sweetly, let nothing affright ye,
In calm contentments lie.

Dream, fair virgins, of delight
And blest Elysian groves,
While the wandering shades of night
Resemble your true loves.
Lulla lullaby, lulla lullaby,
Your kisses, your blisses send them by your wishes,
Although they be not nigh.

Thus, dear damsels, I do give
Good night, and so am gone.
With your hearts’ desires long live,
Still joy, and never moan.
Lulla lullaby, lulla lullaby,
Hath pleased you and eased you, and sweet slumber seized you,
And now to bed I hie.

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