DANCING on the hill-tops, Singing in the valleys, Laughing with the echoes, Merry little Alice. Playing games with lambkins In the flowering valleys, Gathering pretty posies, Helpful little Alice. If her father's cottage Turned into a palace, And he owned the hill-tops And the flowering valleys, She'd be none the happier, Happy little Alice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT [1583] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELSA WERTMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND LOST AT SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |