The Dream Of A Girl Who Lived At Seven-Oaks

Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree;

Seven swift sailing ships white upon the sea;

Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;

Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;

Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead;

Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;

Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;

Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;

Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips;

Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;

Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;

Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;

Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;

With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!