(THE TWO SYLVIAS)

As we ride and we ride on our high, high horses To Windsor town, where the Merry Wives dwell, The maiden-fern spangles the banks where our course is, And squirrel-scamps scamper, to wish us well;

The jewel-bird, out of the elm he’s adorning, Flings down for our favor his jewels of song, As we ride far and fast in the dews of the morning, And Blow-Me-Down runs to the river along.