| Show The Whistle You have heard said a youth to his sweetheart theart who stood While he sat on a corn sheaf at daylights daylight's decline You have bave heard of the Danish boys boy's whistle of wood I wish that the Danish boys boy's whistle were r mine II And what would you do with it Tell me she said While an smile arch-smile played on her beautiful face It I I would blow it it ithe he answered and lIand then my fair maid Would fly to my side and would here take her place place II Is that all you wish it for That may be yours Without any magic the fair maiden criedA cried II A A favor so slight ones one's good nature secures And she playfully seated herself by his side r s I would blow it again said the youth and the charm Would work so that not even modesty's check Would be able to keep from my neck neck your fair arm arm She smiled and she laid her fair arm round his neck II Yet once more would I blow and the music divine divine Would bring me ire the third time an exquisite bliss You would lay your fair cheek to this browned one of mine And your lips stealing past it would give me a kiss The maiden laughed out in her innocent glee glee glee- What a fool of yourself with your whistle you'd make For only consider how silly be beTo beTo beTo To sit there and whistle for what you might take take Robert Story |
