Seven Times Four. Maternity.

Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups,     Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall!     When the wind wakes how they rock in the grasses,     And dance with the cuckoo-buds slender and small!     Here's two bonny boys, and here's mother's own lasses,     Eager to gather them all.     Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups!     Mother shall thread them a daisy chain;     Sing them a song of the pretty hedge-sparrow,     That loved her brown little ones, loved them full fain;     Sing, "Heart, thou art wide though the house be but narrow" -     Sing once, and sing it again.     Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups,     Sweet wagging cowslips, they bend and they bow;     A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters,     And haply one musing doth stand at her prow.     O bonny brown sons, and O sweet little daughters,     Maybe he thinks on you now!     Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups,     Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall -     A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisure,     And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow and thrall!     Send down on their pleasure smiles passing its measure,     God that is over us all!