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><head>Introduction</head>
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><l>Piping down the valleys wild, </l>
<l>Piping songs of pleasant glee, </l>
<l>On a cloud I saw a child, </l>
<l>And he laughing said to me: </l>
</lg> <lg type="
stanza"
><l>"Pipe a song about a Lamb!" </l>
<l>So I piped with merry chear. </l>
<l>"Piper, pipe that song again;" </l>
<l>So I piped, he wept to hear. </l>
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stanza"
><l>"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; </l>
<l>Sing thy songs of happy chear:" </l>
<l>So I sung the same again, </l>
<l>While he wept with joy to hear. </l>
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stanza"
><l>"Piper, sit thee down and write </l>
<l>In a book, that all may read." </l>
<l>So he vanis'd from my sight, </l>
<l>And I pluck'd a hollow reed, </l>
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stanza"
><l>And I made a rural pen, </l>
<l>And I stain'd the water clear, </l>
<l>And I wrote my happy songs </l>
<l>Every child may joy to hear. </l>
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poem"
xml:id="
d5"
><head>The Shepherd</head>
<lg type="
stanza"
><l>How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! </l>
<l>From the morn to the evening he strays; </l>
<l>He shall follow his sheep all the day, </l>
<l>And his tongue shall be filled with praise. </l>
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stanza"
><l>For he hears the lamb's innocent call, </l>
<l>And he hears the ewe's tender reply; </l>
<l>He is watchful while they are in peace, </l>
<l>For they know when their Shepherd is nigh. </l>
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poem"
xml:id="
d6"
><head>The Ecchoing Green</head>
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stanza"
><l>The Sun does arise, </l>
<l>And make happy the skies; </l>
<l>The merry bells ring </l>
<l>To welcome the Spring; </l>
<l>The sky-lark and thrush, </l>
<l>The birds of the bush, </l>
<l>Sing louder around </l>
<l>To the bells' chearful sound, </l>
<l>While our sports shall be seen </l>
<l>On the Ecchoing Green. </l>
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stanza"
><l>Old John, with white hair, </l>
<l>Does laugh away care, </l>
<l>Sitting under the oak, </l>
<l>Among the old folk.
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</l> <l>They laugh at our play, </l>
<l>And soon they all say: </l>
<l>"Such, such were the joys </l>
<l>When we all, girls & boys, </l>
<l>In our youth time were seen </l>
<l>On the Ecchoing Green." </l>
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stanza"
><l>Till the little ones, weary, </l>
<l>No more can be merry; </l>
<l>The sun does descend, </l>
<l>And our sports have an end. </l>
<l>Round the laps of their mothers </l>
<l>Many sisters and brothers, </l>
<l>Like birds in their nest, </l>
<l>Are ready for rest, </l>
<l>And sport no more seen </l>
<l>On the darkening Green. </l>
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xml:id="
d7"
><head>The Lamb</head>
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stanza"
><l rend="indent">Little lamb, who made thee? </l>
<l rend="indent">Dost thou know who made thee? </l>
<l>Gave thee life & bid thee feed, </l>
<l>By the stream & o'er the mead; </l>
<l>Gave thee clothing of delight, </l>
<l>Softest clothing, wooly, bright; </l>
<l>Gave thee such a tender voice, </l>
<l>Making all the vales rejoice? </l>
<l rend="indent">Little Lamb, who made thee? </l>
<l rend="indent">Dost thou know who made thee? </l>
</lg> <lg type="
stanza"
><l rend="indent">Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, </l>
<l rend="indent">Little Lamb, I'll tell thee: </l>
<l>He is called by thy name, </l>
<l>For he calls himself a Lamb. </l>
<l>He is meek & he is mild; </l>
<l>He became a little child. </l>
<l>I a child & thou a lamb. </l>
<l>We are called by his name. </l>
<l rend="indent">Little Lamb, God bless thee! </l>
<l rend="indent">Little Lamb, God bless thee!</l>
</lg> </div2>