Excerpt from Over the Hills of Home: And Other Poems Over the Hills of Home Laddie, little laddie, come with me over the hills, Where blossom the white May lilies, and the dogwood and daffodils; For the Spirit of Spring is calling to our spirits that love to roam Over the hills of home, laddie, over the hills of home. Laddie, little laddie, here's hazel and meadow rue, And wreaths of the rare arbutus, a-blowing for me and you; And cherry and bilberry blossoms, and hawthorn as white as foam. We'll carry them all to Mother, laddie, over the hills at home. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.