We will poke the ribs of year) intra. Listen to the bleat of calves, Tumble over mamma's darlings, And get squeezed up into halves.—Cho. When at last the fair is over, We will "gobble" all we can, Then go home to live in clover, Like some jolly Granger-man.—Cfw.
Our Greeting. (Pat's Pick, page 35.)
3 Flat:
Dear friends, we're glad to meet you Within these walls tonight, With songs of joy we greet you, Our hearts are happy and light. Chorus— We come, we come, we come kind friends to greet you, Our hearts are free and happy are we, Yes, happy are we to greet you. 'Tis truly good and pleasant, As thus we pass along, To meet the friends now present, And sing our greeting song. —Cho. Thus may our pathway brighten, As thro' the world we stray. And flowers be strewn to lighten Each sad and gloomy way.—Cho.
