THE SCARLET LARKSPUR

MERRY wee red-coats were frisking and dancing Down in the rocky glen, And the jolly old sun o’er the mountains was glancing At the merry wee red-coated men.

Each little man had a horn on his head, And the old sun laughed as he got out of bed! The wind played a tune And they danced until noon, And, “A jolly good time we’ve had,” they said.