Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant glee
On a cloud I saw a child.
And he laughing said to me.

“Pipe a song about a Starsailor;” 
So I piped with merry chear,
“Piper pipe that song again—”
So I piped, he wept to hear.

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Little Starsailor who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!