Book 3 — WHERE GO THE BOATS
Reading edition
Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand, It flows along forever, With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating-- Where will all come home?
On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill;
Away down the river, A hundred miles or more; Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.