1 The fly or beetle on their track Are things that know no sin And when they whemble on their back What terror they seem in The shepherd boy wi' bits o' bents Will turn them up again And start them where they nimbly went Along the grassy plain And such the shepherd's boy is found While lying on the sun crackt ground. 2 The lady-bird that seldom stops From climbing all the day Climbs up the rushes tassle tops Spreads wings and flies away He sees them -- lying on the grass Musing the whole day long And clears the way to let them pass And sings a nameless song He watches prismires on the hill Always busy never still 3 He sees the traveller beetle run Where thick the grasses wood weaves To hide the black-snail from the sun He props up plantain leaves The lady-cows have got a house Within the cowslip pip The spider weaving for his spouse On threads will often slip So looks and lyes the shepherd boy The summer long his whole employ -- |