Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
William AllinghamBy the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
If any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
Mots clés poetry
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men.
Mots clés poetry
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