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At the back of this card:
Little Bo-Peep where are your sheep?
Not in the meadow, fast asleep!
And on the hills, to left or right,
There's nary a scary sheep in sight!
But in a farm house yard they stand,
Hearing the Estey, sweet and grand
And you may call 'til the set of sun
But they won't come home 'til the music's done.
At the back of this card:
Poor Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Watching her garden grow --
Why Mary, Mary, was contrary,
No one seemed to know --
The Estey was playing a tinkling dance
That held her captive so,
When her mother told her to water the plants,
She hated, of course, to go!.
At the back of this card:
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn,
'Til the air to tatters is trumpet-torn;
Telling the people the virtues grand
of the Estey - sweetest in all the land!
Gently blow in a minor key,
Piping its wonderful melody-
Oh" little Boy Blue its praises blow
And you only tell what the people know.
At the back of this card:
When Little Jack Horner
sat down in a corner;
To eat up a Christmas pie;
It wasn't the plum he held in his thumb;
That brought a contented sigh!
But clear as a bell on his ears there fell;
The sound of the Estey clear,
And he gave no thought to the plum he'd sought,
When the Estey reached his ear!
At the back of this card:
What are you doing Bootjack boy?
" I'm trying to shine" said he,
Like the Estey Organ great and grand,
That shines as first in the big , broad land,
And sounds so sweet to me!
It began at the foot, like me" he said,
"but now it has climed right up to the head".
At the back of this card: When little Tom Tucker was to sing for his supper,
and it wasn't to come til he sang.
He sat down to play in a satisfied way,
and wait til the supper bell rang!
From the Estey's keys came such melodies
enhancing Tom's voice in his song,
That the folks piled his plate from 6 until 8,
and his supper was two hours long.
At the back of this card: The Match Girl
What are you doing, matchgirl, blonde?
"I'm trying to think", said she,
"If in this box that I have here,
There's a match for the Estey Organ clear
That's famed from sea to sea!
Its match, I fear, will never be found
For wondrous worth and beautiful sound!".
At the back of this card: The Shoe-String Boy
"What are you doing, shoe-string boy?"
"I'm thinking of strings," said he,
"And wishing that Sunday came to-day,
And I'd hear in church the Estey play
It's beautiful songs to me!
For the sole of the shoe my shoe-strings bind
Is not the same soul that the Estey 'll find."
