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Rilloby-Rill By Henry John Newbolt, Sir
Grasshoppers Four A-Fiddling Went, Heigh-Ho! Never Be Still! They Earned But Little Towards Their Rent But All Day Long With Their Elbows Bent They Fiddled A Tune Called Rilloby-Rilloby, Fiddled A Tune Called Rilloby-Rill. Grasshoppers Soon On Fairies Came, Heigh-Ho! Never Be Still! Fairies Asked With A Manner Of Blame, "Where Do You Come From, What Is Your Name? What Do You Want With Your Rilloby-Rilloby, What Do You Want With Your Rilloby-Rill?" "Madam, You See Before You Stand, Heigh-Ho! Never Be Still! The Old Original Favourite Grand Grasshopper'S Green Herbarian Band, And The Tune We Play Is Rilloby-Rilloby, Madam, The Tune Is Rilloby-Rill." Fairies Hadn't A Word To Say, Heigh-Ho! Never Be Still! Fairies Seldom Are Sweet By Day, But The Grasshoppers Merrily Fiddled Away, O But They Played With A Willoby-Rilloby, O But They Played With A Willoby-Will! Fairies Slumber And Sulk At Noon, Heigh-Ho! Never Be Still! But At Last The Kind Old Motherly Moon Brought Them Dew In A Silver Spoon, And They Turned To Ask For Rilloby-Rilloby, One More Round Of Rilloby-Rill. Ah! But Nobody Now Replied, Heigh-Ho! Never Be Still! When Day Went Down The Music Died, Grasshoppers Four Lay Side By Side, And There Was An End Of Their Rilloby-Rilloby, There Was An End Of Their Rilloby-Rill.