Songs, Recitations and Poems (Pages 56-59)

Pages 56 - 59

Performed by the children at the fair

YANKEE DOODLE - ED. CAMPBELL

Yankee Doodle is the tune. 
   That led our hosts to battle; 
Its ringing notes from drum and fife 
   Rose o'er the noise of battle, 
And cheered the men in home-spun frocks 
   To deeds of such devotion, 
That kings and nobles stood aghast 
   Who watched beyond the ocean. 
Oh, Yankee Doodle is the tune 
   American's delight in, 
"Twill do to whistle, sing or play, 
   And just the thing for fighting.

"WHAT IF ?" - "BIRDIE" PERRY

What if ?" in all the bright green fields
   No smiling flowerêts grew? 
No Daisies and no Buttercups, 
   Clover and Violets blue

"What if?" within the garden walls. 
   Should grow no Lilies tall?
No Rose, or Pink, or fair Sweet-pea,
   No gay, sweet flowers at all?

What if?" the birds on smooth, swift wing 
   Sped through the sunny air,
No warblings from their little throats 
   To make the world more fair?

"What if?" the leaves upon the trees 
   The insects on the ground
The creatures that above them feed, 
   Gave forth no pleasant sound?

God might have scattered needful things 
   "Enough for great and small," 
Without these gifts for eye and ear 
   We praise Him for them all!

HARVEST SONG - Tune-Marching through Georgia.

All o'er the land October's sun 
   Its bright-hued garments weaves
The purple grape, the yellow corn, 
   The maple's scarlet leaves,
And harvesters with merry songs 
   Bring in their gathered sheaves While they rejoice in the harvest.

                Chorus

     Hurrah! hurrah! our harvest gifts we bring. 
     Hurrah! hurrah! we'll make the glad hills ring. 
        The children of a Christian land 
     Their joyful songs shall sing 
        While they rejoice in the harvest.

The spring flowers perished long ago, 
   The summer fields are sere,
And garnered are the grains and fruits 
   Which crown the closing year,
And grateful offerings now we bring 
   With words and songs of cheer 
While we rejoice in the harvest.

               Chorus

GARLAND OF AUTUMN FLOWERS - Little Girls each with Flowers

ALICE YOUNG.

Happy little children we 
   Entering Life's strange mazes, 
Spending many a sunny hour 
   Wandering 'mong the Daisies.

ABBY WILSON

The purple Asters by the brook, 
   Or 'neath the Oak tree sightly; 
However hard the frost may pinch, 
   Look up and smile more brightly. 
They tell us with the Golden-rod 
   That summer days are ended; 
And scarlet leaves and berries bright 
   With its purple hues are blended.

MAMIE BUCKNAM.

Shining little Butter-cup
   Growing 'mid the grasses. 
Nods her stately little head 
   To every one who passes. 
To little boys and girls who wish, 
   A prophecy she'll utter 
Hold her cup beneath your chin, 
  She'll tell if you love butter."

MARY SIMONDS.

Look at my cheery Golden-rod 
   By all the road-sides growing; 
Coming to cheer the autumn days 
   As lovelier flowers are going. 
Speaking to all a word of cheer 
   They come to deck the fading year.

ELLEN GIBSON.

Poets have made the Gentian famed, 
   But why, I cannot tell, 
Unless because so odd a fringe 
   Edges its bright blue bell.. 
And then it looks up smilingly 
   After a frosty night, 
And blessings brighten, old folks say, 
   Just as they take their flight.

GRACE THAYER.

In making up our garland
   They nearly passed me over. 
The honey bee would never leave 
   The sweet and fragrant Clover. 
It blossoms early, blossoms late, 
   And every one who passes 
Would miss its color and its bloom 
   Smiling among the grasses.

LULA CHANDLER.

The modest violets all are gone,
   So Pansies-which you know 
Are their relation-I have brought, 
   Which all the summer grow. 
One is like the country girl 
   With all her modest graces; 
The other is a city child 
   Adorned with silks and laces.

ETHEL MCKOWN.

Shining yellow Dandelion 
   Lighteth up the meads; 
Swings on her slender foot, 
   Telleth her beads, 
Lists to the robins' notes 
   Poured from above, 
Wise little Dandelion 
   Sighs not for love. 
Heareth the angel breeze. 
   Call from the cloud

Hayride - 2011

James Roger diary entry

14th August 1913

Fair and cool; wind east to southeast. David at Store. I cut some lots and weeded some in garden; also thinned one row of turnips.

Upcoming Event

163rd Children’s Fair - August 17, 2024

• New Ipswich Congregational Church

• 150 Main Street, New Ipswich, NH

• 10 AM - 3 PM

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