A Conversation
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A little road goes up the hill, And Thistle-down says she, “I’m off a-gipsying today, Drift up the road with me.” “And sure ’tis nice to go,” says I, “But ’tis not I will come, For who would feed my cow and cat, And make my wheel to hum? ’Tis here at home that I will bide, And thanks to you,” says I, So off went gipsy Thistle-down A-drifting in the sky.
Sara Hamilton Birchall