The Village Green
On
the
cheerful
village
green,
Skirted
round
with
houses
small,
All
the
boys
and
girls
are
seen,
Playing
there
with
hoop
and
ball.
Now
they
frolic
hand
in
hand,
Making
many
a
merry
chain;
Then
they
form
a
warlike
band,
Marching
o'er
the
level
plain.
Now
ascends
the
worsted
ball,
High
it
rises
in
the
air,
Or
against
the
cottage
wall,
Up
and
down
it
bounces
there.
Then
the
hoop,
with
even
pace,
Runs
before
the
merry
throngs;
Joy
is
seen
in
every
face,
Joy
is
heard
in
cheerful
songs.
Rich
array,
and
mansions
proud,
Gilded
toys,
and
costly
fare,
Would
not
make
the
little
crowd
Half
so
happy
as
they
are.
Then,
contented
with
my
state,
Where
true
pleasure
may
be
seen,
Let
me
envy
not
the
great,
On
a
cheerful
village
green.