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They laugh at our play, And soon they all say Such such were the joys, When we all girls & boys, In our youth-time were seen, On the Ecchoing Green

Till the little ones weary No more can be merry The sun does descend, And our sports have an end: Round the laps of their mothers, Many sisters and brothers, Like birds in their nest, Are ready for rest: And sport no more seen, On the darkening Green.