SEEKING OUR TWO LITTLE BROWN BOYS
Tell me, oh, my sweetest dove,
And ye watchful birdlings in the nest above,
Have you not seen our two little Brown boys?
Our two little bad Brown boys?
They have both run away in quest of new toys
And now, now we are seeking—seeking in vain for our boys.
There’s the little boy Joy, and the little boy Love;
They have both toddled off, new pleasures to prove;
They are both much inclined for to rove,
And our rest and our peace of mind thus they destroy,
And now, now we can’t find neither bad boy.
Hah, there—ye rogues! through the thick bushes creeping,
At last, at last, me thinks I see them both peeping.
Come then—come ye dear babes—but whenever again we shall get you,
Run away, never, never more to-day, will we let you.