Lesson:

1. Far down in the valley the wheat grows deep,


And the reapers are making the cradles sweep;


And this is the song that I hear them sing,


While cheery and loud their voices ring:


''Tis the finest wheat that ever did grow!


And it is for Alice's supper--ho! ho!'





2. Far down by the river the old mill stands,


And the miller is rubbing his dusty hands;


And these are the words of the miller's lay,


As he watches the millstones grinding away:


''Tis the finest flour that money can buy,


And it is for Alice's supper--hi! hi!'





3. Downstairs in the kitchen the fire doth glow,


And cook is a-kneading the soft, white dough;


And this is the song she is singing today,


As merry and busy she's working away:


''Tis the finest dough, whether near or afar,


And it is for Alice's supper--ha! ha!'





4. To the nursery now comes mother, at last,


And what in her hand is she bringing so fast?


'Tis a plateful of something, all yellow and white,


And she sings as she comes, with her smile so bright:


''Tis the best bread and butter I ever did see,


And it is for Alice's supper--he! he!'