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Rising of the Moon

To the first one in the morning,
To the first one at night,
To the first one in the evening
Spies the Sun dip out of sight:


We'll pin a rose, a rose,
A big red rose,
Pin a rose upon his nose,
To the first one
Spies the Sun dip out of sight.


To the first one in the morning,
To the first one at noon,
To the first one in the evening
Spies the rising of the Moon:


We'll pin a rose, a rose,
A big red rose,
Pin a rose upon his nose,
To the first one
Spies the rising of the Moon.


Come a-runnin', come a-laughin',
Come a-singin' at noon
Come a-runnin', come a-laughin'
At the rising of the Moon.


We'll pin a rose, a rose,
A big red rose,
Pin a rose upon his nose,
To the first one
Spies the rising of the Moon.

 

 

© 1986 Thomas A. Ekkens

This poem is from Collected Poetry of Thomas A. Ekkens—Early Works.

You can also hear this poem as a song, Rising of the Moon, in our Songs section.