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CRADLE SONGS
BY BABYLAND CONTRIBUTORS
BOSTON D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY 32 FRANKLIN STREET
D. LOTHROP & COMPANY.
Sing a song, a brand new song: "Sing a song of six-pence, A pock-et full of rye." John and Jim-my both picked some, So they could have a pie.
And when they'd filled their pock-ets full, Down in the field of rye, They found some cun-ning lit-tle birds, To put in-to the pie. Six pret-ty lit-tle hid-den nests, Down in the yel-low rye, Held four-and-twen-ty ba-by birds, E-nough to fill the pie.
They set them all with-in the dish, Lined with a crust of rye; But soon the four-and-twen-ty birds Cried out in-side the pie.
Then Jim-my turned and looked at John,
And John took up the pie, And back the lit-tle lad-dies went In-to the field of rye.
The moth-er bird flew up and shrieked, "O, have you baked that pie? How can you bring the cru-el dish, And eat it in the rye!" John--
And soon they ate the pie; The birds flew out and found their nests Down in the yel-low rye.
PAYING BACK.
THE GENEROUS CLOVER.
Clover, clover in the field, Why do you hang your head? Have you done anything unkind? Or any cross word said?
WHERE THEY GROW.
Down in the valley, deep, deep, deep, Where little sunbeams wink and peep, Under the grasses hiding low-- There's where the dear little violets grow.
Out in the meadow, bright, bright, bright, Close by the clovers red and white-- With heart of gold and a fringe of snow, There's where the dear little daisies grow.
Up in the older tree, tree, tree, Peep, and a tiny nest you'll see, Swung by the breezes to and fro-- There's where the dear little birdlings grow.
Up in the nursery, neat, neat, neat, Hear the patter of wee, wee feet-- Hear little voices chirp and crow-- There's where the dear little babies grow!
BA-BY FAY FERN-Y.
What is this, with blue Lit-tle shoes, so new-- Cun-ning lit-tle feet, Trot-ting down the street, What will mam-ma say? Ba-by's run a-way-- Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.
Calls a boy: "Hal-loo! See here, lit-tle pop-pet show, Come with me!" No, no, Ba-by's do-in' do Ba-by's own self! Fast Round the cor-ner passed Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.
Stops a great big man Hur-ry-ing all he can: "Here! what's this! My! Dropped down from the sky? Some-bod-y's to blame! Ba-by, what's your name?" "Ba-by Fay Fer-ny."
"Where you go-ing? say!" "Day-day." "What's that, hey? See the ba-by fidg-et! What d'you want, you midg-et." "Piece o'but-ter-bed, Su-gy on it, 'las-ses on it, Jam on it," said Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.
Peo-ple pause to see: La-dies, one, two, three; A po-lice-man, too; But no one that knew Whence the ba-by came. "What's your pa-pa's name?" "Pa-pa Fay Fer-ny."
Comes a breath-less maid: "O dear! I'm a-fraid Ba-by's lost and gone-- Ba-by Fer-gu-son! No--there down the street! O, you naugh-ty sweet Ba-by Fay Fer-ny!"
THE DOUGH-DOG.
One day when grandma was making some pies, She wished to give Tommy a pleasant surprise; So she made a puppy-dog out of some dough, And baked it, and marked it, and named it Bruno. This wonderful dog could stand on its feet,
THE LION'S O-PIN-ION OF HIM-SELF.
A li-on gazed down at his shad-ow one day; Said he, "I look fierce, I de-clare! No won-der my neigh-bors keep out of my way, And wish they were birds of the air!
"And I own that real-ly I feel a-fraid Some-times when I hear my-self roar!" And he wished as he went and lay down in the shade That he need be a li-on no more.
WHICH IS TALL-EST.
THE ANX-IOUS DOG-GY.
Take care, lit-tle mas-ter, Or you'll fall in! That wa-ter is up To your ver-y chin.
Please don't! please don't, My mas-ter dear-- O, I wish your moth-er Wouldn't send you here!
For oh! lit-tle mas-ter, What could I do, If you should fall in, But jump in too?
NINE LITTLE BIRDIES.
Nine little birdies rocked by the breeze: First birdie said, "I'm tired of these trees;" Next birdie said, "Where shall we go?" Third birdie said, "Where red cherries grow!" Fourth birdie said, "Are they ripe, do you think?" Fifth birdie laughed with a rogue's own wink; Sixth birdie said, "I'm sure that they are;" Seventh birdie said, "Is it very far?" Eighth birdie said, "Who'll leader be?" Ninth birdie said, "I'm off, follow me!" Whew! Whew! And away they all flew Into Mr. John Lee's Choice cherry trees!
WHAT BA-BY DID.
What do you think the ba-by did? Why, Ba-by did as he was bid!
The dar-ling took a pen, and wrote-- A lit-tle in-vi-ta-tion note,
To all the aunts, and grand-mam-ma, To un-cles all, and grand-pa-pa,
To all the ba-by kin ar-ray, To come to din-ner Christ-mas Day.
He wrote it ver-y black and plain, Criss-crossed and marked it all a-gain;
And though he had not had his nap He next was seen in cloak and cap,
And go-ing up the crowd-ed street, Safe in his hand the mis-sive sweet,
To drop it in the box him-self, The aw-ful lit-tle dar-ling elf!
TWO KIND LIT-TLE GIRLS.
Whith-er a-way, Lit-tle la-dies so gay? "O, o-ver the hill To Grand-moth-er Dill!" And what have you there In your bas-ket square? "O, pud-dings and pies, A lit-tle sur-prise!" Why such good-will To Grand-moth-er Dill? "O, ev-er-y one should On Christ-mas do good!" Lit-tle maids, good day! Flow-ers strew your way!
AN APRIL RAIN.
You poor little birds, It's happened again-- In the midst of your play Down patters the rain.
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