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OUT EARLY

I’M up in the morning, and over the hill,

Searching the hedges that lead to the mill,

With cook’s wicker basket (the small one) to fill,
Gathering roses for Auntie.

She’s dressing just now, but, of course, little knows

That Tommy, her nephew, is up with the crows,

And, wetting his stockings with dewy drops, goes
Gathering roses for Auntie.

She’s sweeter than honey ; I love her to come ;

She sings in the passages, brightens the home!

It’s jolly to jump out of bed and to roam
Gathering roses for Auntie.