THE RICE SELLER

SOMEONE is knocking loud at the door,

The dog is making a great uproar;

Now I inquire, who can it be?

'Tis only a donkey-man I see,

Calling out at the top of his voice:

Here's the place to get your rice,

Coarse rice or fine,

Just to your mind,

Rice in the husk,

Or cleaned by the wind.