Grumphy Pig Again
“Good morning! Mr Grumphy Pig “Tell me what you're doing there, “And why you've got those straws and sticks “All so twisted in your hair?
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“Be off! and don't you bother me,
“I’m busy as can be!
“My satin coat is all to wash,
For I'm going out to tea!
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“I’ve received an invitation “To the animals social
“You can help to make me pretty
“But you cannot go with me! 4
So Johnny’s got the clothes brush down,
That hangs on the high hat stand
He’s got his pail of water full
And a bar of monkey brand. 5
And he’s scrubbed old Mr Grumphy
Scrubbed him well with all his might,
Till his skin shines bright like satin,
That is much more pink than white. 6
“One thing troubles me! Said old Grumphy “Tell me if my tail’s all right,
“For I have a sad misgiving
“That it's not curled up quite tight! 7 So they've curled it in a circle
Cobbler waxed it firm and fast
Tied a knot of ribbon through it,
And old Grumphy’s dressed at last.
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With his cane and fine new eyeglass
And a Xmas cracker frill
Mr Grumphy’s proudly stalking
Up the New Road to the hill
1910
The Animals Soiree
To C.J. D-J Oct 1909
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The moon like a yellow lanthorn,
Shone bright behind the trees,
When a distant sound of drumming
Was wafted on the breeze
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I wondered who could drumming be
And followed up the sound
And when I reached the Flodden strips
The reason there I found.
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Where the grass was smooth and shortest,
Were platforms made of sand.
Two hundred bunny rabbits there,
Drummed in the rabbit band.
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The pigeons sat on the branches,
The owls sat on the walls,
And the pheasants sold the programmes,
To the weasels in the stalls.
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And dogs, cats, mice, rats, badgers, gray -
Sat in a circle round.
And squeels, and grunts, and squeaks and snorts
Mixed with the drumming sound.
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The drums went on increasingly
Young, old, fat, lean, good, bad.
Each rabbit did his level best
And drummed away like mad.
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A prodigy owl was singing
In pinafore and curls
A ditty that was all made up
Of tremulae and twirls.
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A weasel in a long tail coat
Spoke till he had no breath
Then choked, which was a mercy
He bored the beasts to death.
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Then Reynard Fox, that gay M. C
Said "Weasel" Hold Enough!”
And handed petrol toddy round
Till all had quantum suff.
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Then the fun was fast and furious,
Harder thumped the Bunny Band,
Till the sweat ran off their whiskers
And fell pattering on the sand
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The badger danced the can - can
The black pig from the sty
Kept on pirouetting wildly,
With an eyeglass in his eye.
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When a turkey took hysterics
And fell down with a flop,
No one paid the least attention.
They danced too hard to stop
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A hedgehog did the Highland fling
With straws stuck in his hair.
When the old cow soprano
It was more than I could bear!
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So I crept off very softly,
In the moonlight down the hill,
As I listened on the doorstep,
Rabbit drums were beating still.
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Now next autumn when ‘tis moonlight
You shall go with me to see
If the animals are holding
Their annual Grand Soiree.
Grumphy Pig
To C.J. D-J
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Good morning Mr Grumphy Pig!
All so cosy in your sty”
You shake as if you were laughing
But a tear shines in your eye.
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“Good morning Little Johnny Boy”
“I've laughed until I cry
“And that's the reason why you see
“A teardrop in my eye.”
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My mistress brought my breakfast here
And said” now eat all that,
“And if you want to please me well
“Get quickly very fat!
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“I eat it up and did not leave
“Enough to feed a fly,
“Then buried deep beneath the straw,
“Lay sleeping in my sty.
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I heard the rat folk talking near
“Come here my children dear
“We’ll get a right good breakfast here,
“In old Carmugeons pen”
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They clambered up the slippery trough,
Ten hungry rats and lean.
The look upon their faces showed,
Their appetites were keen.
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I laughed and laughed, t’was such a call,
The ten rats run away
Said Mr Rat “Old Grumphybore
“May eat us if we stay”!
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I laughed and laughed until I cried
And that's the reason why,
You saw a teardrop twinkling in
The corner of my eye.
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“You might have left a tiny bit”
Said Johnny for the rat”.
“Not likely! Said old grumphy Pig
“Who wants a rat that's fat”!
Mr Tait
To C.J. D-J.
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Wee Johhnys running shouting
“Wait for me Mr Tait
“What have you in your buckets
“That makes them such a weight
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“There are scraps from the kitchen,
“They’ve given me such a lot,
“I’m going to the stackyard
“To boil them in the pot.”
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“I’ll boil them in the big pot
“With meal and water mix
“Then throw them out in handfuls
As dinner for the chicks.”
to C.J.D.G.
"Rain drops, rain drops.
Let me out again!
The peartree leaves are dripping
The butterflys are hidden
On a wet day in 1909
Further Adventures of the Dormouse or "Why the cow, and the rabbit, and the old Kangaroo Came marching down the Hill.”
You remember how in a former tale I told you about the dormouse getting into trouble over some heather honey stores on the Hill. How he was tried by the fairy King and by him found guilty of breaking into them and was banished to the Ford Woods. How old Timothy Water – Rat took him as his servant and how he lived comfortably with him in his house at Soapwort Corner. It was now Autumn, the Soapwort flowers were all withered and the beech tree leaves beginning to turn red and the Dormouse was beginning to feel sleepy. It was harder work in the mornings to awaken in time to get the house cleaned and old Mr Water Rats breakfast ready than it had been during the Summer. He also got very sleepy early in the Evening and once or twice had dropped off to sleep during the day, so the Dormouse knew his sleepy time was coming on and he ought to be seeking a cosy place to curl up in for his long winter sleep and also ought to be laying up a supply to eat when he was beginning to wake up in Spring. So he went to Mr Water Rat and told him that he must leave his service and seek a place where he could spend the Winter in safety. Mr Water - Rat was sorry to lose so good and quiet a servant but there was no help for it, but he asked the Dormouse to remain with him as long as he could. He also asked where he thought of going to make his nest and was astonished when he said he wanted to go to the garden of the Big Hoose. "But you were banished from that side of the river. Is there no chance that the fairies will find you there and punish you for disobeying the order of the Court"? he asked. "If I can only get across the river and up to the garden I shall be quite safe!" said he, "for there is a deadly feud between the Hill fairies and the garden fairies and once in the garden I am quite safe!! No Hill fairy dare venture into the garden and no garden fairy dare venture out without risk of being caught by the Hill Guards." "Well!” said the Rat "So be it and when you are ready I'll take you across Till." So the Dormouse remained in Soapwort Cottage as long as he dared. One day however he slept nearly all day so that evening he told Mr Water Rat that he must seek his Winter nest at once. Now Mr Water – Rat had a meeting to attend next morning at the Boats Harbour in Moorland Square and said that if he would be ready on Soapwort Pier at 10 o'clock sharp he would take him across the river on his back. Next morning at 10 A.M. punctually the dormouse was all ready – waiting. He was dressed in his every day clothes in case he got wet crossing the river but had his other suit neatly folded up in a red pocket handkerchief and carried it slung on a gubbie stick over his shoulder. He wore a brown linen smock frock with a leather band round his waist and a buffalo Bill hat and a red tie and putties and looked very neat. His other clothes of which he was very very proud, he had lately bought at the General Stores at Cat Corner, they consisted of a red coat, breeches and stockings and a purple tam – o – shanter and they were really very smart indeed and the Dormouse was justly proud of them. Old Mr Water – Rat came hurrying along presently and called to the Dormouse to jump on his back, to sit well up on his head but on no account to tickle his ears, for if he did the rat would have to dive as he could not bear being tickled. The Dormouse sat very quietly on Mr Water – Rats head his bundle of best clothes on his knee and took great care not to tickle Mr Water – Rat for after his experience of swimming in Till once before he did not want to risk having a repetition of it. Mr Water - Rat landed by the boats and the Dormouse with his other clothes in his arms jumped off his back and after saying "Goodbye", kind Mr Water – Rat dived under the bank and was gone!. The Dormouse felt sad to say goodbye to his friend but it could not be helped so brushing away a tear he began to examine his other clothes to see if they had got wet. Finding the Tam – o – shanter a little damp, possibly from the tear, he laid it out in the sun to dry. The warm sun and the rippling of the water however soon made him feel drowsy and he dare not sleep there as it was too much in the open. Looking about for a safer place he decided to make for the tumble down wall with the old hedge trees that formed the boundary between the field he was in and the next. Shouldering his bundle of best clothes he made a rush across the bit of grass to the safety of the wall and creeping into a hole there was soon fast asleep with his head pillowed on his bundle of other clothes! When he awakened, he peeped out of his hole and, was surprised to find he had slept so long that it was moon light and feeling afraid if he did not make haste he might have to curl up for his Winter sleep before he got into the Kingdom of his friends The Flower Fairies shouldering his other clothes he set off. The moon was big and bright but the brighter the moon the darker the shadows and every tussock of grass has a dark shadow behind it. The Dormouse sheltered in these shadows and often peering out all round took a quick run to the next tussock of grass and so on down the hedgeside. Once when rushing from one shadow to the next he found himself almost butting into something soft and warm. His heart nearly stopped beating with fright as he swerved to the shelter of a big stone and sat down panting behind it. He need not have been so scared for it was only a rabbit who was just as scared as he was but it might have been a weasel or a cat, or anything that would like a Dormouse for supper. He had now reached the little bridle gate in the corner of the field and creeping under it found himself in the field next the main road, which had rows of stooks and standing in it. He sat down at the foot of one and untying his bundle hunted amongst his other clothes till he found a crust of bread he had put by from his breakfast and a few acorns. He had just nibbled a bit of bread and was eating an acorn for dessert when a black shadow fell over where he was sitting and he had just time to creep right inside one of the shieves when a big owl pounced down to where he had been. Quietly he crept up and up the straw till he was right in the middle of the stook where the string goes round and there he sat and trembled. It was a long time before he dared to look out even. When he did all was quiet and no sign of the big owl. Except that his "other clothes" were scattered about and the crust of bread gone. Creeping carefully out he gathered them up quickly inside the stook folded them up again tidily and together with the remaining acorns tied them into a bundle ready for continuing his journey in the morning and creeping up into the middle of a sheaf was soon fast asleep. He was awakened by the sun shining into his face and found it must be near mid - day so eating some barley corns for breakfast he started off again on his journey. All was quiet in the field and he got on fast and was soon through the gate and on to the side of the Main Road. Here it was necessary to be careful for cars rushed along it, people with dogs might be on it or some bird of prey watching from either hedge. He took cover in a clump of dockens that grew close to the edge of the dusty road and as soon as the road both ways seemed clear of traffic he took his courage in both hands and scurried across to the other side and sat down in the hedge root to regain his breath for he had run across as quickly as he could. Here a big toad saw him and came and sat down beside him but the Dormouse was not very sure of his intentions as he saw his eyes fixed on his “other clothes” for the bundle lay at his feet. So picking it up he hurried up a turnip drill, for this field was planted with turnips. It was pleasant and cool under the turnip leaves but soon he began to get sleepy so choosing a turnip top where a broken leaf bent over and made a nice little sheltered bedroom he hauled up his other clothes over the bulge of the turnip and pillowing his head on them nibbled am acorn and was soon sound asleep. Next morning he climbed to the top of the tallest leaf near to see if he was heading in the right direction and found by following the turnip drills he was heading away from the drive gates of the Big Hoose. So he started off across the drills shouldering his gibby stick and singing a little song to himself for he felt happy as he was getting near to safety now. By mid – day he was across the road and into the drive. Here he travelled up one side under the over hanging ivy and so felt pretty safe – but he was getting very sleepy so he hurried on as fast as he could sometimes running little bits. He was half way up the drive when something pounced on him – he managed to jump in amongst the thick ivy but his bundle of “other clothes” was clawed off his stick. He dare not stop but ran on, he had had a dreadful fright and been nearly caught. At the top turn of the drive after listening and hearing nothing he ventured to look out from the ivy and saw, down the drive a black kitten tossing his “other clothes" up in the air and catching them. His beautiful red coat and the blue breeches to be treated like that and the purple tammy would be all muddy and spoilt and he had taken such care of them. Two big tears rolled down his hairy cheeks but he had to hurry on for he would not be safe till he was through the yew hedge path into the garden besides he was so dreadfully sleepy. Now granny who lived in the Big Hoose happened to be in the garden and saw something moving amongst the ivy that partly covered the sundial. She stooped down and found and lifted up a very sleepy little Dormouse. "Little Dormouse!" she said, "you should be in your nest, it's not safe to sleep here, a cat might come past and find you!!" but he only murmured something about "Ford woods – Flower Fairies" and also about "best clothes and drive". She put him down on the seat in the summer house and told him to lie there till she came back for she knew of a hole that would just suit him to sleep in and would go and see if it was all right then he could go into it and curl himself up in it for the Winter. Whether he understood or not she didn't know for he made himself into a little ball and lay where she put him. She hurried off to a hole she knew of in one of the garden walls. It was just the place for the Dormouse, a couple of tits had lived in it all Summer so it was quite aired. She got some nice drive moss from the potting shed and lined it comfortably then gathered some acorns, dog hips, and corn ears and put them in and then went for the Dormouse. He was still lying like a little ball of fur fast asleep. She picked him up gently and put him into the moss lined hole and put a stone at the door so no big paw could get in to claw him and yet he could get out if he wanted to, and so left him still sound asleep. Then she thought of what he had murmured. "Ford Woods. Flower Fairies" and thought I believe it is the Dormouse the fairies told me of who was banished to the Ford Woods. She also understood why he would come to the garden for she knew all about the Fairy Feud. She also remembered what he had said about the drive and the "best clothes" and went down there to look for them and sure enough there was a little red coat, very muddy lying in the middle of the drive. Later she found a little pair of blue breeches ?hauked up in a rose bush and after another long hunt came on a purple tam – o - shanter under the ivy and not far from it the red hanky and the gibby stick. She took "the other clothes" into the "Big Hoose", brushed the mud off them and mended a tare in the breeches made by the cats claws. Folding then into a neat parcel and after labelling it "MR DORMOUSE" locked at them away in a corner of one of her desk drawers. Next day she went to look at the hole where she had put the dormouse. Nothing seemed to have been moved and stooping down to listen she heard little snores coming out of it. So she knew the Dormouse was fairly off for his winter sleep.
Chap II The Fairy Feud
I must now tell you some particulars of the Fairy Feud. You have heard me mention so much of this story has to do with the consequences of this feud and warfare. Long long ago there was no Big Hoose or garden and all the Hill from Crookhouse boundary to the river belonged to the Silver Moonbeam fairies whose King has his palace near the Black Plantation. After the Big Hoose was finished being built a garden was made and walled in at one side of it and inside this wall strange foreign flowers with their strange foreign fairies came to live. The Hill fairies did not like this bit of their land being taken from them to be colonised with foreigners but said nothing much about it for those who lived in the big Hoose were always great friends with the Hill fairies and loved the hill as much as the fairies did. Time passed on and the foreign Flowers fairies increased so in numbers in the Garden that they began to look out for fresh ground outside the garden where they could plant colonies of their inhabitants – there the trouble began. A large party of roses settled themselves outside the garden wall, fenced themselves round and called themselves a Rose Garden. The Hill fairies were very cross and did all they could to annoy them and stop any tendency towards spreading their wings further. They sent their soldiers down from the Hill laden with bags of nettle seed. Robin – run the hedge and thistle seed and sowed the Rose Garden thickly with them and when all the seed they had planted grew as it is mostly did it nearly choked roses for the Great War was on and there was no one left to dutch hoe or weed the rose colony. Next little colonies of flowers from the Perennial Border came out from the garden to settle the paths in the Tennis Wood. These the Hill fairies took care either died or took the oath allegiance to the Hill Fairies King and so became wildflowers. The same thing happened round the pond. Great clumps of perennials planted there either died or became puny and wild. Needless to say the Garden fairies were very angry at such treatment and if a wild flower ever appeared in the Garden it was at once pulled up and thrown out and eventually burnt on the rubbish heap. Things went on like this for some time – the Garden fairies getting more and more crowded and uncomfortable and yet not daring to venture out side the Garden Wall for fear of the Hill fairies. It' got unbearable to the Flower Fairies and they determined to take vengeance on the Hill fairies and having done so to bargain with them to have more land. So after a large meeting it was decided that the worst thing they could do to the Hill fairies was to steal their beloved Fairy Queen from them and refuse to give her up till more land was granted to them in which to plant colonies. The plan how to carry her off was made and all bound over to the greatest secrecy. It was decided that the best time would be on the evening of the Great ball, which the Moonbeam Fairies were to give in honour of a visit from the young Heather King of Yeavering. He had been for a tour round the world and was returning to his own Kingdom to reign being now of age. They were to dress some of their own fairies in the green livery of the Moonbeam fairies and mixing with the Palace servants wait their chance and carry off Queen Dewdrop. We shall hear presently how they succeeded in their cruel plan. The night of the Fairy ball arrived. All had been excitement and bustle in and about the Palace of the Silver Moonbeam fairies for they wished to do every honour to the young Heather King their near neighbour. Earlier in the evening he had arrived in his aeroplane heralded by a flight of black cock and attended by his grouse guards. Now the ball was in full swing. A thin silver moon shone over the palace and did not cast much light on the Hill but the stars twinkled clear in the rather frosty air. The palace was bright with glow worm lights, every tower and terrace and pathway in the garden was outlined with glow worms, and their lights in their soft beauty shamed the shaded electric lights that shone from the great ballroom windows of the Palace. The Royal band played dance music that made everyone feel they must dance. Fairies were there from all over the Hill in lovely dresses of colours more beautiful than those worn by the rainbow and pages and footmen glided about with refreshments of King cups filled with honey or in the dining hall prepared supper which was to be at 12 o'clock. The most beautiful and admired there was the beloved Queen – fairy Dewdrop - in her dress of moonbeams and her fair hair crowned with a wreath of Rumble Barn daisies (I told you before a story of the Rumble Barn daisies and how and why she always wears a wreath of them on her head on all state okay occasions.) Out side in the shadow of the garden was a group of what looked like royal footmen for they were dressed in the royal livery of green and bachelors buttons - with them was a rickshaw and over this a long green filmy scarf was laid. Watching for a chance when the King had left the ball room, a page in royal livery stole quietly up to the Queen where she was talking to the Heather King and bowing said "May it please your Majesty – his Majesty sent me to say he desires to speak with you quietly, he is in the pavilion in the Garden". The Queen fearing something was wrong seized a gauzy green scarf the page held to her and threw it over her head telling him to lead the way. He led her down the path to the Pavilion and there where the paths divide at the side she felt herself suddenly seized from behind, the scarf drawn tightly over her head so she could neither see nor make any noise and she herself being lifted and then carried hurriedly away. She heard the gate leading from the garden close quietly, she felt herself lifted on to the seat of some kind of carriage the scarf tied tightly over her and then that she was wheeled swiftly away – she did not know in which direction nor could she call for help the gauze scarf was too tightly fastened over her mouth. So the Queen was stolen! A little while later she was missed from the ball room – someone had seen her go into the garden, the Heather King amongst other saw her go but the page who came for her could not be found. No page had carried any message to her. A search was made of every room in the Palace and of every path in the garden, but no Queen could be found – foot prints, but not the Queens were traced to a garden door but not beyond for the grass was short all round the garden and no footprints could show on it. Then the soldiers were called out and soon search parties were all over the Hill and for a week they never stopped scouring the Hill and all neighbouring hills for any trace of the Queen - or for anyone who had seen her. No clue of any kind could be found as to her whereabouts. The search parties came home, they had been every where and could hear nothing of Queen Dewdrop, and the King settled down to wait in a state of grief and melancholy for some word of his beloveds Queen. Where all had been so gay now everyone walked about sadly and mourned for their Queen who had been so cruelly stolen from them.
Chap III
"The Cow and the Rabbit and the old Kangaroo “Came marching down the Hill “They said that the Queen to the King was true “But had vanished against her will “And where she had gone to no body knew “But the Cow and the Rabbits and the old Kangaroo (Old Fairytale )
Now you all know “The Black Plantation” well for you have all had tea up there in Summer and after tea have played at tig over the big trunks of the fallen Scotch firs and tripped over their branches after the trunks have been taken to the saw bench in the Stackyard and stumbled into the holes left by their roots which are now covered with ling and bell heather. You also know the plantation of young firs growing on a clearing in the big plantation. These young trees grow so close together that you have to push hard to get in amongst them and then it is only at the edge of the planting. They seem to push you out as hard as you push in and their twigs get fast in your hair and they pull your hat off and the pine needles scratch you and get down your neck and altogether it is so disagreeable that you say, “It isn't worth while pushing my way through here, it will be quicker to go round about and so you go round the young plantation. You never dream it is the fairies who are preventing you going through – that it is! For they have ordered the trees to allow no one to pass through the young wood. If you could push your way in, which you can't, but if you could you would probably find nothing inside but trees and more trees for the fairies on guard would lead you where there was nothing else to see. But if they allowed you to go right into the middle (which they won't do) you would come to an open space amongst the trees where the grass is smooth like green velvet. In this place you would see a little house made of intertwined branches and thatched with moss and if you peered in at the door you would see a three beds made up of bracken and heather and soft green moss. There would be a big bed, a smaller bed and a very small bed. All sidy by sidy. It isn't the 3 bears who live there so you are quite wrong! The big bed is much bigger than the biggest bears bed. Outside the house there is a slanting passage leads down into the earth. If you follow it you will find you are in a subterranean passage and if you follow on you will come to a thick moss curtain and if you push it aside you will find you are coming out by a door that opens onto that thick mossy bank at the edge of the Big Plantation. The moss curtain will fall closed behind you and try as you may you will not be able to find the road in again. You will wonder who lives in this little house well - three friends live there together under the protection of the fairies. It is the sleeping place of the Cow and the Rabbit and the old Kangaroo. How they became such friends and where they first met I know not but perhaps the fairies may tell me someday how it was or they themselves may some evening when I am on the Hill in the dusk and they come out to feed, tell me their history. On the evening of the Great ball that the Moonbeam fairies gave to the Heather King these three friends had been out feeding near the Quarry. About midnight, on their way to bed, as they got near the end of their passage they paused to listen to the band that was playing so gaily in the Palace ball room – and to admire all the bright lights that outlined every tower and pinicle of the Fairy Palace. They seated themselves on the rail in the shadow cast by the big hedge trees and listened. They had been about half an hour there when they noticed a group of people running quickly in their direction. They sat quite still in the shadow and presently saw some men in the Royal livery running as hard as they could and pulling a light rickshaw in which was someone all covered up so they couldn't make out who it was. Just as the rickshaw flashed past them, a voice called out "Help! Help! for the Queen!” It was the Queen being stolen! At that moment the scarf had loosened slightly from the Queens mouth and seeing the three figures she managed to shout to them before the veil was tightly drawn over her face again – and the rickshaw hurried off in the direction of the quarry and the New Road. The three friends looked at each other in surprise, they were slow thinking people. Then the Cow said "it's the Queens voice!" and the Kangaroo said "someone’s taking her away against her will!" and the rabbit said "let's stop them taking her away"! The rickshaw was nearly out of sight and travelling quickly when the three jumped off the rail and before they got any where near it, it had reached the top of the New Road. The rickshaw runners took no notice of the Cow and the Rabbit and the old Kangaroo, they could keep out of their reach easily. “We must do something to frighten them,” said the Cow. "Let's make a noise like a regiment of soldiers marching" said the Rabbit “ and they may take fright when they think the soldiers are here and leave the rickshaw and run away.” So the three friends started to make a great stamping noise like a regiment marching and also made a noise like a band playing and so the Cow and the Rabbit and the old Kangaroo came marching down the Hill, but the rickshaw guards only looked over their shoulders and seeing it was only the C and the R and the old K hurried on. This isn't going to answer said the cow. "We’ll pretend we are mad and go after them like mad things." So they hurried on as near as they could whilst twining straws round their ears. It was now getting near the sheep houses so yelling and skrieking and going through all sorts of antics like very mad animals they don't madly down the Hill. The rickshaw went faster and faster and faster and faster danced the three animals and galloped and howled after it. It' turned into the Paddock and the Kangaroo was just about touching it when------- it vanished------- at the wall into the Rabbit House Wood. The three animals looked at each other in amazement for the rickshaw was gone they climbed over the wall but saw nothing at the other side but a streak of grey mist rising from the ground and melt away in the branches of one of the trees. They wandered round the garden and house but no trace of any rickshaw or of the Queen could they find. Then they silently returned up the Hill and to bed in their little house. "Someone's stolen the Queen." said the Cow sadly as she lay down on her bed. "I'm afraid they have" said the Rabbit shaking its ears solemnly. "There’s no doubt about it," said the Kangaroo. “I don't know where they have put her” and each sighed in turn. Soon they were all sound asleep for they were tired after their long run also after being a regiment of soldiers and after pretending they were mad, for it is very tiring work. and if you try being a regiment of soldiers with a regimental band when you are only three – you will know it. End of volume II To be continued perhaps!!
Next morning at dawn they awoke and each had that horrid feeling of ‘something’ on their conscience. At first they didn't realise what the weight was on their mind but soon they remembered. "The Queen is stolen,!! Someone must tell the King she was taken to the Rabbit House Wood” but who was to do it was the question. "Cow is the person she is the biggest" suggested the rabbit. "No" said the cow "I am far too shy. I couldn't do it." The Kangaroo is the one to do it. Look what long jumps he can give he would be to the palace before he had time to feel shy". “I wouldn't mind doing it in the least” said he “but you see I am a foreigner and it wouldn’t be seemly for me to do it whilst you two were here, why shouldn't the rabbit do it?" The rabbit thought he was too small and said so but the other two poo-poo’d the idea and both said the rabbit must be spokesman and they would all go to the palace as soon as their breakfast was finished. After breakfast they made themselves look as nice as they could and as they thought in suitable raiment for going to court. Mrs Cow had on an heirloom purple velvet bonnet that had belonged to her grandmother "The wooly cow" also a small three cornered shawl. The Kangaroo wore a bowler hat and the rabbit a cricket cap. The rabbits ears kept twitching also his nose for he was very nervous but neither of the others would hear of him shirking his job of spokesman. Their first difficulty arose when they got to the entrance of the palace yard where a big bell hung and when the cow pulled it a footman in green livery and bachelor buttons came they asked if they could speak to the King on a matter of great importance. The page led the way and the rabbit and Kangaroo followed him but the cow couldn't get through doorway the others pulled and pushed and tried her end on and sideways but no way could she be got through. I’ll wait here till you come out said she, rather pleased she couldn't get in, and promptly lay down and munched grass The rabbit and kangaroo were taken into the Kings room where he was sitting looking very gloomy and forlorn. They bowed till their ears touched the ground. "Rise" said the King "and be seated", they rose up and each seated himself on the very edge of a chair, they were shy people! “You say you have seen the Queen since she left the palace. Please tell me all you know.” The rabbit cleared his throat and the Kangaroo gave him a push with his tail to make him go on. The rabbit then told how they had followed a rickshaw down the Hill and had seen it disappear in the Rabbit House Wood. That as it passed near the Big Plantation someone covered by a green veil raised it and called to them as they sat on the rail "Help for the Queen!" before the veil was tightly drawn over her face and the rickshaw hurried off in the direction of the Stick Quarry and the New Road – they tried to stop it and how finally it seemed to melt and fade away like a streak of mist at the top of the trees. Then said the King “it is the flower fairies of the garden who have taken her away now we know whom we have to fight. Did you see no wheel marks or footprints in the garden. “No! we looked carefully and saw nothing but the streak of mist rise up into the top of the tall trees. I am very grateful said the King to you for telling me this for it is the only clue I have had as to the road the Queen went. You must both be suitably rewarded. There are three of us said the rabbit there’s a cow waiting outside who couldn't get in by the door. Then said the King we will go to the door and find the cow and this they did and found the cow comfortably cropping the Palace grass. “Bring my sword” called the King to a footman the animals fell slightly perturbed but hoped for the best. When the sword was brought the footman was whispered Kneel down and all knelt down in front of the King who touched Mrs Cow on the shoulder and said “Rise up Lady Cow” then to the Kangaroo "Rise Lord Kangaroo" and then to the rabbit "Rise Lord Rabbit” and when all were on their feet again he said the Big Plantation is yours for life and your house will remain under the protection of the Hill Fairies for ever “While Rumble Burn runs to Till Ye three have eatage on the Hill.” and promising to report to the King if they heard anything more about the Queen they bowed low and retired.
Chap IV The Witch of the Bizzle
That Spring there was a lot of influenza about and Grannie was for some days in her bedroom till she got clear of hers. She got tired of having nothing to do but read and the only view from her bedroom window was across the rock garden with its little paths and steps to the big elm trees at the back of it that grew in the Rabbit House Wood. One of these trees that grew near the Greenhouse door had had a big branch cut off it near the top a little roughness had been left and the rain had made a green mark on the bark on either side of the broken branch where the rain ran down making a green stain on the bark. She was gazing one day at this stain when she thought she saw something move near the mark and the mark didn't look so like the mossy green stain as it did. In fact she stood by the window for a long time looking at it and then was sure there was something more there. Yes! she could distinctly see something move up in the tree and the green mark wasn't so like the stain as it was and more like a green gauze veil against the tree trunk in fact she could now see quite clearly it was someone with a veil over their head. In fact it was the Fairy Queen far up in the elm trunk looking out of a little window or opening in the trunk. She only saw her for a few seconds when she vanished and the green stain looked as it usually did merely a stain on the bark. Grannie however had seen it and was sure now where the Fairy Queen was hidden. What could she do? She thought and thought; – The tree was bare of leaves to above where the green mark was - as far as she could see only a small trail of ivy wandered as high up the trunk as the green mark. She was very puzzled what to do! She could get ? to put long ladders up but to do so would only draw the attention of the Flower Fairies who would then know the Queen has been discovered and would then move her elsewhere. No they must not suspect anything. She must think of something else. Next morning when she was dressing for breakfast she again distinctly saw the form of the Queen in the same place high up in the tree with her green gauzy veil over her head. What could she do? Who could she get to help her? Then suddenly she thought, Oh there's the dormouse, he could go up the ivy trail it would make a ladder for him. I'll go and seek him after breakfast, he must be awake now. I hope I can find him! After breakfast she went out and looked in the hole where she had put him for his winter sleep but it was empty and she could find no trace of the Dormouse, indeed the original owners of the hole, a pair of blue tits were busy having a spring cleaning in it. She went down the Sundial walk and called “Dormouse Little Dormouse" as she went but there was no answer. When she got near the yew hedge she thought she heard a little squeaky noise and looking amongst some dead leaves blown into a heap she saw the Dormouse dressed in his everyday clothes but looking well and very wide awake. After asking if he had had a comfortable bed in the hole she had found for him to spend the winter in she said in a low voice, I have something important I want you to help me with but it is a profound secret. Can you climb the Forsythia plant to my bedroom window the one over the kitchen I can then tell you what I want you to do for me. The Dormouse looked pleased but said please might he have his best clothes to do the message in. Of course you shall have them they will be all ready for you and will be on the windowsill when you come to my window tonight. I'll be waiting at my window for you tonight at 10 o'clock. At ten o'clock that night on the windowsill was the Dormouse. She told him how she had seen the Fairy Queen Dewdrop who had been stolen away and was now she felt sure, imprisoned in the big elm tree at the back of the rock garden. She would like the Dormouse to climb up the ivy trail that goes up the tree to where the Queen appears, speak to the Queen, tell her from her that she had seen her and wants to set free. Ask if she can advise us what to do or if she can help us in any way. Oh said the Dormouse, I quite forgot but I'm afraid I can't go up the tree for near the top of that tree is where the Owls barrel is and they have a nest there now and, he paused, well owls like dormice!! but I know that owl said Grannie he often comes onto my windowsill when I call and I am sure if I introduced you to him as a friend of mine he would not think of hurting you – I’ll call him to come here. He is a wise bird and may help us. So she gave the owl call and it was answered from the Tennis Wood, then again and the answer came from the Kissing Gates and after the 3rd a big brown owl flew silently down onto the windowsill. The Dormouse looked a little pale when Grannie introduced her friend the Dormouse to her friend the owl but was reassured when the owl said he'd do anything he could to help. Now said Grannie what can we do Dormouse will go up the tree and take a message to the Queen that we are planning to get her away and back to the Hill again but honestly I don’t quite see what we can do. The Garden Fairies have her so much at their mercy and we must not let them guess we know where she is. "Can you suggest anything owl!” she said turning to him. The owl looked very solemn for a minute or two. No doubt he said these fairies are very powerful so we must get someone more powerful to help us. "Who is more powerful" asked Grannie? The owl meditated for a while with his claw to his forehead. Who are more powerful than fairies? Why a witch is! We must get a witch to help us "I don't know any” said Grannie. Neither do I said the owl – there was a long pause then the owl said "but I know a wizard, at least I think he is a passed wizard at any rate he knows a witch and if he asks her she will help us. Let the Dormouse go up and see the Queen tomorrow and if she approves he can tell us, then we’ll send him to find the wizard tomorrow. He is an old Black cock and he lives on the Rape Hill plantation. “We can show the Dormouse where he lives and then he can go and find him and get an introduction from him to the Witch and can go on to where she lives and ask her help,” said Grannie. And how long do you think it would take a dormouse to do all that? said the owl. "A month of Sundays and then he wouldn't be there". Owl was just a little bit inclined to be contemptuous of the dormouse for he was very small and the way to Rape Hill was long and rough. I'll tell you what I'll do I'll carry the dormouse on my back for besides the Dene and its burn he would have a perfect jungle of a corn field to find his way through. Will you do that Dormouse? “Yes” said the dormouse in a sort of "in for a penny in for a pound," tone of voice "I’ll do my best". We'll watch the dormouse climb up the tree tomorrow and wait till he comes down and tells us what he has seen. "What's the witch’s name Owl?" She is called the Witch of the Bizzle and is a very powerful witch indeed and if you displease her she can bring on thunder and keep it rumbling all over the country side but she can do a great deal for her friends and if she likes can get the Queen home to the Hill again. Next day was bright and sunny, too sunny for the owl, who did not dare to venture out till the dusk. Grannie and the owl watched the dormouse in his best clothes climb up the ivy trial and gradually get higher and higher till he came to the green stain on the tree when he disappeared. They looked up and waited for what seemed a very long time then the owl called out in a loud whisper "There he comes" and away up in the green moss stain appeared the little figure and they could make out the gauzy green veil above him. He seemed to come down very slowly but at last he got amongst the grass at the bottom of the tree where the pet dogs graves are and so came running forward. "It's all right" said he. The Queen is delighted we will try to get her away. She had seen Grannie at her window but did not know how to draw her attention for the guards (who) were always watching her. Today fortunately they were sent to get honey dew – otherwise the dormouse could never have got up the tree. She has two tiny rooms inside the tree one facing the sun where she sits all day spinning spiders webs into silk and the other where she sits all night spinning moonbeams. She is longing to get home again and cried when I said we were trying to get her away. I never saw a fairy cry before, far less a Fairy Queen, I was sorry for her said the Dormouse I'll do anything for her – so will I said the owl. I'll be ready to start as soon as it is getting dusk tonight and we’ll go to seek the Wizard. As soon as the sweet June dusk had settled down on the garden of Milfield a big brown owl might have been seen to rise up from the Rabbit House Wood and over the tall trees in it. It gave the "Kee quee" call as it rose and Grannie waved her hand to it. Some blackbirds and sparrows shouted rudely after it but it went on its way undisturbed and Grannie saw it fly over the Sheep houses and gradually be lost to sight passing the big elms in the Dene. "I can't see him" said the Owl to the Dormouse as they neared the Rape Hill Plantation "he’s generally just about here but I’ll fly right round it. Oh! There he is! He's dancing!” The dormouse peered through the owls feathers and saw a large bird walking along the top rail of the plantation fence like a tight rope dancer. Its claws were large and the rail narrow, every few steps the bird gave a pirouette and nearly fell off but steadied itself again with his wings and tail which it spread out, then it did some more steps and again had to gain its balance with the help of its wings and tail then another pirouette and so on till the end of the fence when it turned round and came back to where the owl and dormouse were waiting near the thorn tree in the fence. Here the Black cock spread out its tail and wings bowing to the owl, turned and stared at the dormouse. "What's that you've got with you there"? "It's only a dormouse", said the owl. “It has a note from the lady of the Big Hoose to you.” The dormouse produced the note and handed it to the Black cock who still continued to stare at the dormouse. Well! he said again he seemed to want an answer so not knowing what to say the Dormouse said "Thank you!" "That's wrong," said the Black cock you should have said "how well you dance – meaning me" said the Black cock. "You do dance beautifully” said the dormouse. “Was that what you were doing when we arrived?" "My dancing is considered perfection! Where’s the letter?" He put on a pair of large horn spectacles and read it – then he said "it's a difficult thing you ask me to do but I'll do what I can for the Fairy Queen and the Lady of the big Hoose they have always been kind to me and let me live here for years. There is only one night in the year that the witch can help you – The Eve of St John – that's the Beltein when witches have most power and many are about. "What day’s this?" asked the Black cock. "What day‘s this? Saturday" said the Dormouse. No, Friday said the owl. I think it's Monday said the Black cock cos that's my washing day and I tied up my bundle this morning but I want the day of the month. Has no one got an almanac? The Owl and the Dormouse both shook their heads then the Black cock after a great searching amongst its feathers produced one and started to turn over the pages over and over. "Tomorrow s the day!" it shouted and shut up the book with a bang. "You must be at the Bizzle by full moon tomorrow night. The magic Saint John's wort will be then in full bloom for a few minutes and then fade, if the Witch will she can give you a leaf from it. Its property is to make the impossible possible, if your not there, then you must wait till this time next year. I'll give you a note to the Witch and ask her as a favour to me to give you a flower. You must take care of it, if you get it, as the night where all witches and evil spirits have power a very Walpurgis night, in fact." “Well!" said the Owl "I'll go on as far as Hethpool tonight and rest there till dusk tomorrow when we'll go on to the Bizzle". "You must be in time for the witches dance tomorrow night or all will be in vain, that is half an hour before the moon is full the dance begins and the flower begins to grow. Good night" and the black cock began to practice it's dancing again and took no more notice of the Owl and Dormouse, not even when they waved to it and called "Good night"! "Over the Quarry Field Plantation and down over Lanton farm they flew, stopping now and then if the owl caught sight of a mouse or bird he fancied and so arrived in time – up the College valley to Hethpool. Here the owl alighted on an old fir tree on Hetha Hill and said he would roost on it for the night. He was going, he said, to get his supper in the stack yard near and he’d advise the dormouse to get his too but about the root of the tree, but not to go far away in case he got lost, or lost this fir tree. The owl then flew down to the stack yard and the dormouse could see him flitting about amongst the stacks. The Dormouse then gathered some seeds and corn and made his meal and then climbed up into a forked branch of the fir tree, curled up and went to sleep. Next morning the Dormouse woke early after a good sleep and saw the owl like a big ball of feathers near. He was sound asleep, and would not answer when they Dormouse spoke, just went on the snoring and making scraping noises with his beak. The Dormouse climbed down to the ground and found some haws that he breakfasted on then climbed up again near the owl, but he was still sound asleep, so there seemed to be nothing for him to do but curl up and try to have another sleep.. Hethpool Lynn was near and it's water sang a soothing lullaby which soon sent the Dormouse to sleep again. Evening began to creep down on the Bizzle, a rosy sunset had melted to dusk and the tall rocks and boulders had blended into a general hazy grey and around on all sides on the far hill tops could be seen the blaze and smoke of belfires, gray shadows seemed to move about in the Glen but too indistinct to show what they really were and the burn like a silver streak wandered round the boulders and down the valley. Two huge Golden eagles sat at the summit of the Bizzle motionless, like forms of bronze, and now and then was heard the croak of a raven as they flew past to their nests in the rocks. A little figure came out of the rocks – the Eagles stretched their wings and turned their heads down to watch her. She had a tall pointed hat on her head and sparkling buckles on her shoes and was followed by a large black cat. She looked all round the flat place at the bottom of the Bizzle, then up into the sky where a gleam of light appeared that was neither from the Belfires nor left by the setting sun but was the harbinger of the rising moon. Higher rose the moon and touched with silver some of the stones of the Bizzle and they gleamed out clear and the little river like a band of silver ran down the Glen. More shadows or shades seemed to fill the vale gray and mysterious and fleeting and sometimes a furry something rushed across and in behind a boulder. A fire was lit, one didn't see how or by whom it just was lit, the witch cast some sticks on it and said something and it blazed up. Then she stood still and gazed down the glen. Something was coming up it – a big owl flying low – its feathers here and there touched to brighter colour by the blaze of the fire. The moon was higher now and lit up the points of the rocks and they made deeper shadows. The owl alighted silently on the ground near the witch and something emerged from its feathers holding a letter in its paw. The witch took the letter and read it then said "you are just in time, I'll try to keep a flower for you as my friend the Wizard of Rape Hill asks me to do. If I get one for you you must at once put it carefully away and let no one see it for all sorts of queer spirits are about tonight – some may want to steal it from you. The dance will soon begin for see! the flowers is beginning to grow." The Witch pointed to something on the ground. The Dormouse and Owl looked at it, it' looked like a big jellyfish. It was quivering slightly. The moon rose higher and began to fill the valley with its light. The witch cast more twigs on the fire, it blazed up higher and scattered sparks around. The jellyfish quivered more and more and pushed up lumps here and there on its surface. More twigs were cast on the fire and something out of a packet was thrown on and made the flames rise high like forked tongues of some fiery monster, then the witch called "Join hands"! and somehow a large circle was formed. The Dormouse clasping the witches red skirt with one fore paw and with the other the point of the Owls wing feathers. He could see no one forming the ring as if he stared at any one place it was just mist there like a wisp of cloud when the Sun is clearing up things for a fine day after a foggy night – if you looked away you sometimes saw strange figures for a moment out of the corner of your eye, the swish of a white garment, the tall ears of an Elf, the glaring eyes of a cat or the big round ones of a hare. The ring was now formed round the fire and the plant. "Dance"! shouted the witch with a kind of shriek, "quicker!" shouted she "quicker!" The ravens croaked and the Golden Eagles flapped their wings and clouds of bats came from the rocks and nooks of the Bizzle and flew about the ring. "Quicker! quicker!!" shouted the witch and started to sing. The Dormouse hardly ever touched the ground with his feet the pace was so fast, he got swung between the Witch and the Owl. The Owl could keep himself going with the help of his wings. Then the music changed to slow and weird entoning all on one note except the last of each line which was a higher or a lower one turn about.
The Witch’s Song
Witch and Wizard, Elf and Sprite, Gather here this mystic night. Ghost and Wraith and Goblin dread Spirits all of darkness bred. Kelpies come from watery nooks Fairies, Bargeists, Brownies Spooks Bogle over with Banshees prowl The Kobolds and the loathsome ghoul. Here they join our mystic danse Will-o the wisp and wild fire glance Hooting owl and croaking frog, Rieving tod and howling dog. Here we go deasle, deasle, deasle Deasle every one, On mystic night in bright moonlight Our magic has begun (Chorus) after each verse very quick!
The Dormouse was glad to go slower as it was quite out of breath but the witch shouted "Chorus!" and they were all off again quicker than ever. The magic plant was now growing quickly and had formed four stems. "Quicker! Quicker!!" shouted the Witch and off they went again round and round after that came the slower bit, the faster they danced the more the plant grew. It was quite big now and had four large flowers coming on it like large buttercups but of gleaming white that seemed all colours as the light from the fire shone on it. Now they went so fast you could not distinguish anything – all was a blur. The Eagles yelled from their rocky perch and the ravens croaked below. Everyone sang as well as they could but the Dormouse and Owl were too breathless to sing. The moon was now full and the Glen was all flooded with its light and the flower its buds fully opened seemed to have a bunch of electric lights in the middle of each flower. Then with a call of “Halt”! everyone stopped. I say everyone but no one was to be seen but one felt that they were crowds of "somethings" all round. The Witch held out her hand and from nowhere a silver sycle was put into it. She went to the flower and cut off the four blooms and the plant gave a shiver and a sort of groan as she did so, and collapsed into the form of a jellyfish, the fire rose into a huge flame and sank into a heap of gray ashes and the Eagles yelled and flew away. The Moon hid its face behind a cloud and all was still but the feeling of being one of a crowd remained. The Witch came up to the Dormouse and pulling a big burdock leaf folded a flower up in the leaf and pinned it with a thorn and said "Here is the flower! – go away – from here as quickly as you can in case it is stolen. Give it to the Fairy Queen – the first wish she wishes with the flower in her hand she will get! Don't lose it for if you do I can do nothing for her till the Saint John's wort blooms again a year hence"! The Dormouse thanked her and mounted on the owls back with the flower tight clasped under his arm and the owl rose up into the air. The Owl turned and waved and so did the dormouse and they were soon flying away in the moonlight down the College Water. All went well till they got close to the little wooden bridge over Glen where the owl gave one or two wobbles as it flew. What's the matter asked the Dormouse. I'm getting cramp in a wing said the Owl I often do, it may pass off. Just then the owl did something like looping the loop. The Dormouse seized his feathers with both hands and hung on – and dropped the parcel of burdock leaf with the flower inside it. "I've lost the flower! Oh! I've lost the flower! You ought not to have bumped so” and the dormouse looking out from the owls feathers saw the burdock leaf parcel fall slowly till it reached the grass of the field close to the nose of a sleeping cow. The owl by this time had alighted near the cow and the Dormouse ran to pick up the parcel – but too late as just before the Dormouse got to it the Cow put out a long tongue swept the parcel into its mouth and swallowed it. The Owl hooted - the Dormouse shouted but too late the parcel was down the throat of the cow!
"Little Brown Burnie" (College Burn)
For Christian Ruth
A little brown Burn came dancing,
Down from the heathery hill,
Laughing and chattering and singing
As little brown burnies will.
All dimpling smiles in the sunshine
All laughter amongst the rocks
Going a ringing round the boulders,
And pulling their green weed locks.
With foam crown and waving tresses
She jumps the Lynn with a shout (Hethpool Lynn)
And swirls the water and splashes
To wake up the lazy trout.
Away by the rough grass meadows
By a road the Burnie knows
The rowan and bending willow
Trying to kiss her as she goes.
And the wild ducks downy nurslings
Are rocked as she dances by
Scattering the lacy frog spawn
To the hungry salmon fly.
Away by the high stone archway (Kirk Newton)
Where an iron monster glides
Behind a thicket of alder
Another wee streamlet hides. BOWMONT
Hand in hand they dance together
By the broomy grassy knowes
With liquid diamonds splashing (Glen)
The heads of the drinking cows.
By the banks of tall dark fir trees
Where the dipping swallows fly,
And the roaring white cauld water
Waves its rainbow veil on high.
By rocks where the old grey otter
Has his burdock shaded home,
By deep pools and sunny shallows,
The little brown Burnies roam.
Thus they play, and dance, and dimple
And sing, and chatter, and laugh,
Till they meet a stern duenna
Waiting by a Ewart Haugh.
And she makes them walk beside her,
Says their ways are wild and rude
But she will teach them to behave
As good little rivers should.
Two cross sulky little Burnies
Pass Ford Forge and Etal Wood
They'e tired of don'ts, and cants, and musts,
And it bores them to be good.
But by Twizells shady Nutwood,
Madame Tweeds large school they meet,
Lots of little rivers in it
All are good ,and prim and neat.
Then the little Burnies join them,
Grown so proper, grown so staied,
Smiling sweetly in the sunshine,
Glancing pensive in the shade.
Below the cliff where Norham's Castle
Frowning, guards the English side,
An electrifying whisper's
Borne upon the blowing tide.
"Little Burns come quickly, quickly,
Come and play and romp with me,
For I'm waiting here to greet you
In the playground of the sea!"
So the Burnies smile and dimple
As they faster glide along,
And they dance a merrier measure,
And they sing a gladder song.
When the weedy old stone arches,
Bear the road to Slumber town (Berwick on Tweed)
And the antiquated canon
From its walls look frowning down.
There the salt tide rising, falling,
Feeds the whelk and acorn shell.
Bears out on its swelling bosom
Burnies that the sea loves well.
And all the donts and cants and musts
Are derelict upon the bar.
The wee brown Burns are far away
Where the big white sea gulls are.
And now they dance and sing for aye.
As happy as happy can be
For they've found the best of playmates in
The breezy sparkling sea.
The End