As I went a-walking on _Lavender Hill_, <br />O, I met a Darling in frock and frill; <br />And she looked at me shyly, with eyes of blue, <br />'Are you going a-walking? Then take me too!' <br /> <br />So we strolled to the field where the cowslips grow, <br />And we played--and we played, for an hour or so; <br />Then we climbed to the top of the old park wall, <br />And the Darling she threaded a cowslip ball. <br /> <br />Then we played again, till I said--'My Dear, <br />This pain in my side, it has grown severe; <br />I ought to have mentioned I'm past three-score, <br />And I fear that I scarcely can play any more!' <br /> <br />But the Darling she answered,-'O no! O no! <br />You must play--you must play.--I sha'n't let you go!' <br /> <br />--And I woke with a start and a sigh of despair, <br />And I found myself safe in my Grandfather's-chair!<br /><br />Henry Austin Dobson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-the-greenaway-child/
