As I Went A-Walking On Lavender Hill, O, I Met A Darling In Frock And Frill; And She Looked At Me Shyly, With Eyes Of Blue, "Are You Going A-Walking? Then Take Me Too!" So We Strolled To The Field Where The Cowslips Grow, And We Played--And We Played, For An Hour Or So; Then We Climbed To The Top Of The Old Park Wall, And The Darling She Threaded A Cowslip Ball. Then We Played Again, Till I Said--"My Dear, This Pain In My Side, It Has Grown Severe; I Ought To Have Mentioned I'm Past Three-Score, And I Fear That I Scarcely Can Play Any More!" But The Darling She Answered,-"O No! O No! You Must Play--You Must Play.--I Sha'N'T Let You Go!" --And I Woke With A Start And A Sigh Of Despair, And I Found Myself Safe In My Grandfather'S-Chair!