A simple cher Jim,

    t ligs breath,

    And feels its life in every limb,

    s knoh?

    I met a little cottage girl,

    S years old, she said;

    h many a curl

    t clusterd round her head.

    Sic, woodland air,

    And she was wildly clad;

    her eyes were fair, and very fair,

    --y made me glad.

    quot;Sisters and brottle maid,

    quot;;

    quot;; she said,

    And  me.

    quot;And ;

    S;Seven are we,

    quot;And t Conway dwell,

    quot;And to sea.

    quot;the church-yard lie,

    quot;My sister and my brother,

    quot;And in ttage, I

    quot;D;

    quot;You say t t Conway dwell,

    quot;And to sea,

    quot;Yet you are seven; I pray you tell

    quot;S Maid, ;

    ttle Maid reply,

    quot;Seven boys and girls are we;

    quot;the church-yard lie,

    quot;Beneatree.quot;

    quot;You run about, my little maid,

    quot;Your limbs they are alive;

    quot;If the church-yard laid,

    quot;t;

    quot;t;

    ttle Maid replied,

    quot;teps or more from my mothers door,

    quot;And they are side by side.

    quot;My stockings ten knit,

    quot;My kerchere I hem;

    quot;And t--

    quot;I sit and sing to them.

    quot;And often after sunset, Sir,

    quot; is light and fair,

    quot;I take my little porringer,

    quot;And eat my supper there.

    quot;t t died tle Jane;

    quot;In bed she moaning lay,

    quot;till God released her of her pain,

    quot;And t away.

    quot;So in the church-yard she was laid,

    quot;And all the summer dry,

    quot;together round her grave we played,

    quot;My brother John and I.

    quot;And h snow,

    quot;And I could run and slide,

    quot;My broto go,

    quot;And ;

    quot;; said I,

    quot;If two are in ;

    ttle Maiden did reply,

    quot;O Master! ;

    quot;But two are dead!

    quot;ts are in ;

    till

    ttle Maid would have her will,

    And said, quot;Nay, ;