I confess again to having touched up a little, but it loses
far more in Diamond's sweet voice singing it than it gains by a
rhyme here and there.
Some of them were out of books Mr. Raymond had given him.
These he always knew, but about the others he could seldom tell.
Sometimes he would say, "I made that one." but generally he
would say, "I don't know; I found it somewhere;" or "I got it at
the back of the north wind."
One evening I found him sitting on the grassy slope under
the house, with his Dulcimer in his arms and his little brother
rolling on the grass beside them. He was chanting in his usual
way, more like the sound of a brook than anything else I can
think of. When I went up to them he ceased his chant.
"Do go on, Diamond. Don't mind me," I said.
He began again at once. While he sang, Nanny and Jim sat a
little way off, one hemming a pocket-handkerchief, and the other
reading a story to her, but they never heeded Diamond. This is
as near what he sang as I can recollect, or reproduce rather.
What would you see if I took you up
To my little nest in the air?
You would see the sky like a clear blue cup
Turned upside downwards there.
What would you do if I took you there
To my little nest in the tree?
My child with cries would trouble the air,
To get what she could but see.
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