by T. E. (Thomas Edward) Brown (1830 - 1897)
Now the beauty of the thing when...
Language: English
Now the beauty of the thing when childher plays is The terrible wonderful length the days is. Up you jumps, and out in the sun, And you fancy the day will never be done ; And you're chasin' the bumbees huminin' so cross In the hot sweet air among the goss, Or gath'rin' blue-bells, or lookin' for eggs, Or peltin' the ducks with their yalla legs, Or a climbin' and nearly breakin' your skulls, Or a shoutin' for divilment after the gulls, Or a thinkin' of nothin', but down at the tide Singin' out for the happy you feel inside. That's the way with the kids, you know, And the years do come and the years do go, And when you look back it's all like a puff, Happy and over and short enough.
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Authorship:
- by T. E. (Thomas Edward) Brown (1830 - 1897), no title, appears in Betsy Lee, A Fo'c's'le Yarn, first published 1873 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Henry) Walford Davies, Sir (1869 - 1941), "When childher plays", published 1907 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by (Henry) Walford Davies, Sir (1869 - 1941), "When childher plays", op. 25, Heft 1 no. 3 (1908) [ bass and orchestra or piano ], from The Long Journey, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2007-12-07
Line count: 16
Word count: 134