The Rambo-Tree
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.