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In my young days the grandmother said Nodding her head	A
Where cap and curls were as white as snow	B
In my young days when we used to go	B
Rambling	C
Scrambling	C
Each little dirty hand in hand	D
Like a chain of daisies a comical band	D
Of neighbours' children seriously straying	C
Really and truly going a Maying	C
My mother would bid us linger	E
And lifting a slender straight forefinger	E
Would say	F
'Little Kings and Queens of the May	F
Listen to me	G
If you want to be	G
Every one of you very good	H
In that beautiful beautiful beautiful wood	H
Where the little birds' heads get so turned with delight	I
That some of them sing all night	I
Whatever you pluck	C
Leave some for good luck	C
Picked from the stalk or pulled up by the root	J
From overhead or from underfoot	K
Water wonders of pond or brook	C
Wherever you look	C
And whatever you find	L
Leave something behind	L
Some for the Na ads	M
Some for the Dryads	M
And a bit for the Nixies and the Pixies '	N
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After all these years the grandame said	A
Lifting her head	A
I think I can hear my mother's voice	M
Above all other noise	M
Saying 'Hearken my child	O
There is nothing more destructive and wild	O
No wild bull with his horns	M
No wild briar with clutching thorns	M
No pig that routs in your garden bed	A
No robber with ruthless tread	A
More reckless and rude	P
And wasteful of all things lovely and good	H
Than a child with the face of a boy and the ways of a bear	Q
Who doesn't care	Q
Or some little ignorant minx	M
Who never thinks	M
Now I never knew so stupid an elf	R
That he couldn't think and care for himself	R
Oh little sisters and little brothers	M
Think for others and care for others	M
And of all that your little fingers find	L
Leave something behind	L
For love of those that come after	E
Some perchance to cool tired eyes in the moss that stifled your laughter	E
Pluck children pluck	C
But leave for good luck	C
Some for the Na ads	M
And some for the Dryads	M
And a bit for the Nixies and the Pixies '	-
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We were very young the grandmother said	A
Smiling and shaking her head	A
And when one is young	C
One listens with half an ear and speaks with a hasty tongue	C
So with shouted Yeses	M
And promises sealed with kisses	M
Hand in hand we started again	S
A chubby chain	T
Stretching the whole wide width of the lane	T
Or in broken links of twos and threes	M
For greater ease	M
Of rambling	C
And scrambling	C
By the stile and the road	U
That goes to the beautiful beautiful wood	H
By the brink of the gloomy pond	V
To the top of the sunny hill beyond	V
By hedge and by ditch by marsh and by mead	W
By little byways that lead	A
To mysterious bowers	M
Or to spots where for those who know	B
There grow	B
In certain out o' way nooks rare ferns and uncommon flowers	M
There were flowers everywhere	Q
Censing the summer air	Q
Till the giddy bees went rolling home	X
To their honeycomb	X
And when we smelt at our posies	M
The little fairies inside the flowers rubbed coloured dust on our noses	M
Or pricked us till we cried aloud for snuffing the dear dog roses	M
But above all our noise	M
I kept thinking I heard my mother's voice	M
But it may have been only a fairy joke	C
For she was at home and I sometimes thought it was really the flowers that spoke	C
From the Foxglove in its pride	Y
To the Shepherd's Purse by the bare road side	Y
From the snap jack heart of the Starwort frail	Z
To meadows full of Milkmaids pale	Z
And Cowslips loved by the nightingale	Z
Rosette of the tasselled Hazel switch	A2
Sky blue star of the ditch	A2
Dandelions like mid day suns	M
Bindweed that runs	M
Butter and Eggs with the gaping lips	M
Sweet Hawthorn that hardens to haws and Roses that die into hips	M
Lords with their Ladies cheek by jowl	B2
In purple surcoat and pale green cowl	B2
Family groups of Primroses fair	Q
Orchids rare	Q
Velvet Bee orchis that never can sting	C
Butterfly orchis which never takes wing	C
Robert the Herb with strange sweet scent	C2
And crimson leaf when summer is spent	C2
Clustering neighbourly	B2
All this gay company	G
Said to us seemingly	G
'Pluck children pluck	C
But leave some for good luck	C
Some for the Na ads	M
Some for the Dryads	M
And a bit for the Nixies and the Pixies '	-
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I was but a maid the grandame said	A
When my mother was dead	A
And many a time have I stood	H
In that beautiful wood	H
To dream that through every woodland noise	M
Through the cracking	C
Of twigs and the bending of bracken	D2
Through the rustling	C
Of leaves in the breeze	M
And the bustling	C
Of dark eyed tawny tailed squirrels flitting about the trees	M
Through the purling and trickling cool	B2
Of the streamlet that feeds the pool	B2
I could hear her voice	M
Should I wonder to hear it Why	E2
Are the voices of tender wisdom apt to die	E2
And now though I'm very old	F2
And the air that used to feel fresh strikes chilly and cold	F2
On a sunny day when I potter	E
About the garden or totter	E
To the seat from whence I can see below	B2
The marsh and the meadows I used to know	B2
Bright with the bloom of the flowers that blossomed there long ago	B2
Then as if it were yesterday	F
I fancy I hear them say	F
'Pluck children pluck	C
But leave some for good luck	C
Picked from the stalk or pulled up by the root	J
From overhead or from underfoot	K
Water wonders of pond or brook	C
Wherever you look	C
And whatever your little fingers find	L
Leave something behind	L
Some for the Na ads	M
And some for the Dryads	M
And a bit for the Nixies and the Pixies '	-
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The following note was given in Aunt Judy's Magazine June when Grandmother's Spring first appeared It may interest old readers of Aunt Judy's Magazine to know that 'Leave some for the Na ads and the Dryads' was a favourite phrase with Mr Alfred Gatty and is not merely the charge of an imaginary mother to her 'blue eyed banditti ' Whether my mother invented the expression for our benefit or whether she only quoted it I do not know I only remember its use as a check on the indiscriminate 'collecting' and 'grubbing' of a large family a mystic warning not without force to fetter the same fingers in later life with all the power of a pious tradition J H E	G

Juliana Horatia Ewing

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