Bouncing in her purse,
One parrot-voiced and jolly
Ring from her deepmost glen,
She thought of Jeanie in her grave,
In such a jocund company!
that cuts him under the arms,
Undone in mine undoing
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That goblin cry,
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
Bouncing in her purse,
One parrot-voiced and jolly
Ring from her deepmost glen,
She thought of Jeanie in her grave,
In such a jocund company!
that cuts him under the arms,
Undone in mine undoing
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That goblin cry,
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,