The Rambo
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree—
It’s a long, sweet way across the orchard!—
The bird sings low as the bumble-bee—
It’s a long, sweet way across the orchard!—
The poor shote-pig he says, says he:
'When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree
There’s enough for you and enough for me.'—
It’s a long, sweet way across the orchard.
_For just two truant lads like we_,
_When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_
_There’s enough for you and enough for me_—
_It’s a long, sweet way across the orchard_.
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree—
It’s a long, sweet way across the orchard!—
The mole digs out to peep and see—
It’s a long, sweet way across the orchard!—
The dusk sags down, and the moon swings free,
There’s a far, lorn call, 'Pig-_gee_! 'Pig-_gee_!'
And two boys—glad enough for three.—
It’s a long, sweet way across the orchard.
_For just two truant lads like we_,
_When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_
_There’s enough for you and enough for me_—
_It’s a long, sweet way across the orchard_.
