Volume 5 — Original Kettle Song.

Sing, kettle, sing! Busily boil away! My goodman to the field has gone, The children are out at play. Sing, kettle, sing! Sing me a merry song! You and I have company kept This many a year along. Sing, kettle, sing! I'll join with a low refrain— Needle and thread drawn through my work, Like steadily falling rain. Sing, kettle, sing! The far-off fancies come, But never a sad or a weary thought Along with your cheery hum. Sing, kettle, sing! The hearth is swept and clean, And the tidy broom in the corner stands Like a little household queen. Sing, kettle, sing! Evening is drawing nigh, The shadows are coming down the hill And coming up in the sky. Sing, kettle, sing! Shadows are on the wall— The last stitch done! a merry shout! And here are the rovers all! Sing, kettle, sing! By the merry candle-light, And you and I'll keep company Again to-morrow night! Fanny Fielding.