The Meadows. MOTION SONG.

(Air, "Yankee Doodle." Pat's Pick, page 61.) !Now, play this is a field of grass, All in the sunshine growing; We feel the merry breezes pass, Across the meadows blowing. CHORUS—Don't you hear the birdies sing? High above us on the wingl Tra, la, la, la, la, la. Tra, la, la, la, la, la. 'How softly in among the blades The little rills are flowing; "While underneath the wilUw shades The cattle stand a-lowing. —iCho. 'Look! here are flowers, bright as gold, Eight, sixteen, eighteen, twenty, "Just see how full our hands we hold, And yet we left a plenty. —Che. 'And now we children, just for fun, Will take the flowers' places, All looking up to see the sun, That's smiling in our faces. —Cho. BBut then our teacher wants to know What she will do for scholars. 'She says she couldn't spare them so, Not for a thousand dollars!

2 Flats.