THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.

Since time allowed no closer view

| And they their journey must pursue.
ou The walls that were so high and stout,
Designed to keep the rabble out
If riot raised its crimsoned hand,
Could not keep out the

Brownie band.
7; hus through the town
_ they worked their way
A} To view the scenes that

round them lay.
Then off to other cities sped,
And battle-fields, where

thousands bled,
To Agincourt, and Crécy; then
A visit paid to old Rouen,
Where on the pile of fagots tied
The “Maid of Orleans”

bravely died.
A thousand nights they

might have found
Good cause indeed

to ramble round,
But other countries they must find
And leave the soil of France behind.

  

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Ere the stars put up their sereens
We'll be offto other scenes

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