The Little Maid and the Cowslips

“Where art thou wandering, little child?”
I said to one I met to-day—
She push'd her bonnet up and smil'd,
“I'm going upon the green to play:
Folks tell me that the May's in flower,
That Cowslip-peeps are fit to pull,
And I've got leave to spend an hour
To get this little basket full.”
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