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PIPING down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child And he laughing said to me： 'Pipe a song about a Lamb！' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper pipe that song again；' So I piped： he wept to hear. 'Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe； Sing thy songs of happy cheer！' So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear. 'Piper sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight； And I pluck'd a hollow reed And I made a rural pen And I stain'd the water clear And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. |
