THE RAMBO-TREE

When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree— It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!— The bird sings low as the bumble-bee— It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!— The poor shote-pig he says, says he: "When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree There's enough for you and enough for me."— It's a long, sweet way across the orchard. For just two truant lads like we, When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree There's enough for you and enough for me— It's a long, sweet way across the orchard. When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree— It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!— The mole digs out to peep and see— It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!— The dusk sags down, and the moon swings free, There's a far, lorn call, "Pig-gee! 'Pig-gee!" And two boys—glad enough for three.— It's a long, sweet way across the orchard. For just two truant lads like we, When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree There's enough for you and enough for me— It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.