AN APPLE ORCHARD IN THE SPRING. 



LEAFLET IX. 



I. 



Have you seen an apple orchard in the spring? 

 An English apple orchard in the spring? 

 When the spreading trees are hoary, 

 With their wealth of promised glory 

 And the robin tells its story, 

 In the spring, in the spring. 



II. 



Have you walked beneath the blossoms in the spring? 

 Beneath the apple blossoms in the spring? 

 When the pink cascades are falling, 

 And the silver brooklets brawling, 

 And the cuckoo birds soft calling, 

 In the spring, in the spring. 



III. 



If you have not, then you know not, in the spring, 

 The color, beauty, wonder of the spring. 

 No sweet sight can I remember 

 Half so precious, half so tender, 

 As the apple blossoms render, 

 In the spring, in the spring. 



THE POSTILLION. 



LEAFLET XVII. 



Hear the Postillion riding by ! 

 How brisk his song, 

 His cheerful cry His cheerful cry! 

 His horse trots on So brave and gay 

 And in a trice flies o'er the way. 

 O'er plain and wood for miles around 

 In joyous tones his songs resound. 

 In joyous tones his songs resound. 



CHORUS : 



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 Tra la Tra la Tra la Tra la la la 

 Tra la Tra la Tra la Tra la 

 Tra la Tra la Tra la Tra la 

 Tra la Tra la Tra la la la 

 Tra la la la 



Hear the Postillion riding by! 

 I pray thee not so quickly fly, 

 So quickly fly! 



I would my greeting give to thee, 

 My own fond love so far from me, 

 Thro' wood and field he makes his way 

 And now his song dies away 

 And now his songs will die a way. 

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