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j\\RS. FOLLEN'S 
 
 Twilight Stories. 
 
 TRUE STORIES ABOUT DOGS. 
 
 MADE-UP STORIES. 
 
 THE PEDLER OF DUST STICKS. 
 
 THE TALKATIVE WIG. 
 
 WHO SPOKE NEXT 
 
 WHEN I WAS A GIRL. 
 
 TRAVELLERS' STORIES. 
 
 WHAT THE ANIMALS DO AND SAY. 
 
 TWO FESTIVALS. 
 
 CONSCIENCE. 
 
 PICCOLISSIMA. 
 
 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
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LITTLE SONGS 
 
 BY 
 
 MES. FOLLEI^ 
 
 Eihratratefc fottfj afobe JFtfts pictures. 
 
 BOSTON 1889 
 LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS 
 
 10 MILK STREET NEXT " THE OLD SOUTH MEETING HOUSE" 
 
 NEW YORK CHAS. T. DILLINGHAM 
 
 718 and 720 Broadway 
 

 Press of 
 
 S. J. PARKHILL & CO., 
 
 Boston. 
 
 
PREFACE 
 
 TO THE FIRST AMERICAN EDITION. 
 
 It has been my object, in writing the following 
 Little Songs for Little Boys and Girls, to endeavor 
 to catch something of that good-humored pleasantry, 
 that musical nonsense, which makes Mother Goose so 
 attractive to children of all ages. 
 
 The little folks must decide whether the book is 
 entertaining. To them I present my little volume, 
 with the earnest hope that it will receive tteir ap- 
 probation. If children love to lisp my rhymes, 
 while parents find no fault in them, I ask no highe* 
 praise. 
 
 Cambridge, 1832, 
 
 to 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 Vesper Hymn, 
 Buy a Broom, 
 
 Annie's Garden, 
 
 The New Moon, 
 
 Lullaby, .... 
 
 Stop! stop! Pretty Water, 
 
 My Little Doll Rose, . 
 
 Butterflies are pretty, 
 
 Old Nursey, 
 
 The Sun is up, 
 
 Walter and his Dog, 
 
 It ts a pleasant Day, . 
 
 The good Moolly Cow, 
 
 Nothing but Ba-a, 
 
 James and his Mother, 
 
 Master Johnny riding, 
 
 O, look at the Moon, 
 
 Song for a Company of Children, 
 
 The Dog and Cat, the Duck and Rat, 
 
 TUNE. PAGE 
 
 Malbrooke, . 9 
 
 . 11 
 
 14 
 
 . 16 
 
 18 
 
 The White Cockade, 21 
 
 Kitty Clover, 
 Bonny Boat, 
 
 The Schoolmaster, 
 
 Buy a Broom, 
 
 23 
 25 
 28 
 32 
 34 
 37 
 38 
 41 
 42 
 44 
 47 
 
8 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Trusty learning ABC, . . . . 50 
 
 Do you guess it is I ? 52 
 
 FlDDLEDEDEE, ....... 55 
 
 The Stars and the Babies, . . . .56 
 
 Kitty in the Basket, ..... 58 
 
 The Farm Yard, 60 
 
 Frolic in the Snow, ..... 63 
 
 Swing Swong, . 65 
 
 Work and Play, ...... 66 
 
 Little Mary, 68 
 
 It can't be so, 69 
 
 When Evening is come, 71 
 
 RlNGELY RlNGELY, ...... 73 
 
 Charlie Boy, ....... 75 
 
 The Baby's Birthday, 77 
 
 The Poor Man, 80 
 
 Ding Dong ! Ding Dong ! .... 82 
 The Little Boy's May Day Song, . . .85 
 
 The Little Boy's Good Night, ... 88 
 
 The Three Little Kittens. {A Cat's Tale.) . 91 
 Cocks and Hens, ...... 95 
 
UTTLi § 
 
 ANNIE'S GARDEN. 
 
 In little Annie's garden 
 Grew all sorts of posies; 
 
 There were pinks, and mignonette, 
 And tulips, and roses. 
 
 (9) 
 

 10 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Sweet peas, and morning glories, 
 A bed of violets blue, 
 
 And marigolds, and asters, 
 In Annie's garden grew. 
 
 There the bees went for honey, 
 And the humming-birds too ; 
 
 And there the pretty butterflies 
 And the lady-birds flew. 
 
 And there among her flowers, 
 Every bright and pleasant day, 
 
 In her own pretty garden 
 Little Annie went to play. 
 
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 THE NEW MOON. 
 
 Dear mother, how pretty 
 The moon looks to-night ! 
 She was never so cunning before ; 
 
 (ID 
 
12 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Her two little horns 
 Are so sharp and so bright, 
 I hope she'll not grow any more. 
 
 If I were up there 
 With you and my friends, 
 
 I'd rock in it nicely you see ; 
 I'd sit in the middle 
 And hold by both ends ; 
 
 O, what a bright cradle 'twould be ! 
 
 I would call to the stars 
 To keep out of the way, 
 
 Lest we should rock over their toes, 
 And there I would rock 
 Till the dawn of the day, 
 
 And see where the pretty moon goes. 
 
THE NEW MOON. 
 
 13 
 
 And there we would stay 
 
 In the beautiful skies, 
 And through the bright clouds we would roam ; 
 
 We would see the sun set, 
 
 And see the sun rise, 
 And on the next rainbow come home. 
 
LULLABY. 
 
 Sleep, my baby, sleep, my boy ; 
 
 Rest your little weary head ; 
 Tis your mother rocks her baby 
 
 In his little cradle bed. 
 
 Lullaby, sweet lullaby 
 
 (14) 
 
Lullaby. (Page 14.) 
 
LULLABY. 15 
 
 All the little birds are sleeping, 
 
 Every one has gone to rest, 
 And my precious one is resting 
 
 In his pretty cradle nest. 
 
 Lullaby, sweet lullaby ! 
 
 Sleep, O, sleep, my darling boy ; 
 
 Wake to-morrow fresh and strong ; 
 "lis your mother sits beside you, 
 
 Singing you a cradle song. 
 
 Lullaby, sweet lullaby ! 
 
STOP! STOP! prp:tty water. 
 
 I. 
 
 " Stop ! stop ! pretty water," 
 
 Said Mary one day, 
 To a frolicsome brook 
 
 That was running away. 
 
 (16) 
 
STOP ! PRETTY WATER. 17 
 
 II. 
 
 " You run on so fast ! 
 
 I wish you would stay ; 
 My boat and my flowers 
 
 You will carry away. 
 
 III. 
 
 " But I will run after ; 
 
 Mother says that I may ; 
 For I would know where 
 
 You are running away." 
 
 IV. 
 
 So Mary ran on ; 
 
 But I have heard say 
 That she never could find 
 
 Where the brook ran away. 
 2 
 
MY LITTLE DOLL ROSE. 
 
 I haye a little doll ; 
 
 I take care of her clothes ; 
 She has soft flaxen hair ; 
 
 And her name it is Rose. 
 
 (18) 
 
MY LITTLE DOLL ROSE. 19 
 
 She has pretty blue eyes, 
 
 And a very small nose, 
 And a cunning little mouth ; 
 
 My dear little Rose. 
 
 I have a little sofa 
 
 Where my doll may repose, 
 Or sit up like a lady ; 
 
 My knowing little Rose. 
 
 My doll can move her arms, 
 And stand upon her toes ; 
 
 Or make a pretty curtesy, 
 My funny little Rose. 
 
 " How old is your dolly % " 
 
 Very young I suppose, 
 For she cannot go alone, 
 
 My precious little Rose. 
 
^ LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Indeed I cannot tell, 
 In poetry or prose, 
 
 How beautiful she is, 
 My darling little Rosa 
 
BUTTERFLIES ARE PRETTY THINGS. 
 
 " Butterflies are pretty things, 
 Prettier than you or I ; 
 
 See the colors on his wings ; 
 Who would hurt a butterfly ? 
 
 (21) 
 
22 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 " Softly, softly, girls and boys ; 
 
 Hell come near us by and by ; 
 Here he is, don't make a noise ; — 
 
 Well not hurt you, butterfly." 
 
 Not to hurt a living thing, 
 Let all little children try ; 
 
 See, again he's on the wing ; 
 Good by ! pretty butterfly ! 
 
OLD NURSEY. 
 
 O, here is papa, 
 
 With Edward and Jane, 
 Come to see good old Nursey, 
 
 Who lives in the lane. 
 
 (23) 
 
24 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 She's the best of all Nurseys, 
 And Edward and Jane 
 
 Love dearly good Nursey, 
 Who lives in the lane. 
 
 " Here's the hen and her chickens," 
 Says Edward to Jane, 
 
 " And here's Nursey's pussy, 
 That lives in the lane." 
 
 Nurse gave a good hug 
 
 To Edward and Jane, 
 And told them a story 
 
 As long as the lane. 
 
 They said, " Good by Nursey." 
 She said " Come again 
 
 To see poor old Nursey, 
 Who lives in the lane " 
 
THE SUN IS UP. 
 
 The sun is up, the sun is up, 
 Sing merrily we, the sun is up c 
 
 The birds they sing, 
 
 Upon the wing, 
 Hey nony nony no. 
 
 (25) 
 
26 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 The pigeons coo, 
 
 The moolies moo, 
 Hey troli-loli lo. 
 The sun is up, the sun is up, 
 Sing merrily we, the sun is up. 
 
 The horses neigh, 
 
 The young lambs play, 
 Hey nony nony no. 
 
 The bees they hum, 
 
 O, quickly come ! 
 
 Hey troli-loli lo. 
 The sun is up, the sun is up, 
 Sing merrily we, the sun is up. 
 
 The morning hours, 
 The dewy flowers, 
 Hey nony nony no, 
 And all we meet 
 Are fresh and sweet, 
 Hey troli-loli lo. 
 
THE SUN IS UP. 
 
 27 
 
 The sun is up, the sun is up, 
 Sing merrily we, the sun is up. 
 
 Then, sleepy heads, 
 All leave your beds ! 
 Hey nony nony no. 
 For every thing 
 Doth sweetly sing 
 Hey troli-loli lo. 
 The sun is up, the sun is up, 
 Sing merrily we, the sun is up. 
 
WALTER AND HIS DOG. 
 
 There was a little boy, 
 
 And he had a piece of bread, 
 And he put his little cap 
 
 On his head, head, head. 
 
 (28) 
 
WALTER AND HIS DOG. 29 
 
 Upon his hobby horse 
 
 Then he went to take a ride, 
 
 With his pretty Spaniel Flash 
 By his side, side, side. 
 
 Little Walter was his name, 
 
 And he said to little Flash, 
 " Let us gallop round the house, 
 
 With a dash, dash, dash." 
 
 So he laid down his bread 
 
 In a snug little place, 
 And away Walter went 
 
 For a race, race, race. 
 
 But Flash had a plan, 
 
 In his little roguish head, 
 Of taking to himself 
 
 Walter's bread, bread, bread. 
 
30 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 So he watched for a moment 
 When Walter did not look, 
 
 And the nice piece of bread 
 Slyly took, took, took. 
 
 When Walter saw the rogue, 
 He cried, " O, naughty Flash ; " 
 
 And he showed his little whip 
 With a lash, lash, lash. 
 
 But Flash looked so good-natured, 
 With his tail curled up behind, 
 
 That his aunty said to Walter, 
 " Never mind, mind, mind. 
 
 " Flash is nothing but a puppy ; 
 
 So, Walter, do not worry ; 
 If he knew that he'd done wrong, 
 
 He'd be sorry, sorry, sorry ; 
 
WALTER AND HIS DOG. 
 
 31 
 
 And don't be angry, Walter, 
 That Flash has had a treat ; 
 
 Here's another piece of bread 
 You may eat, eat, eat." 
 
 So Walter ate his bread, 
 And then to Flash he cried, 
 
 " Come, you saucy little dog, 
 Let us ride, ride, ride." 
 
 w 
 
IT IS A PLEASANT DAY. 
 
 Come, my children, come away, 
 For the sun shines bright to-day ; 
 Little children, come with me, 
 Birds and brooks and posies see ; 
 Get your hats and come away, 
 For it is a pleasant day. 
 
 (32) 
 
IT IS A PLEASANT DAY. 33 
 
 Every thing is laughing, singing. 
 All the pretty flowers are springing. 
 See the kitten, full of fun, 
 Sporting in the pleasant sun. 
 Children too may sport and play, 
 For it is a pleasant day. 
 
 Bring the hoop, and bring the ball ; 
 Come with happy faces all ; 
 Let us make a merry ring, 
 Talk, and laugh, and dance, and sing ; 
 Quickly, quickly, come away, 
 For it is a pleasant day. 
 3 
 
THE GOOD MOOLLY COW. 
 
 Come J supper is ready ; 
 
 Come ! boys and girls, now, 
 For here is fresh milk 
 
 From the good moolly cow. 
 
 (34) 
 
THE GOOD MOOLLY COW. 35 
 
 Have done with your fife, 
 And your row de dow dow, 
 
 And taste this sweet milk 
 From the good moolly cow. 
 
 Whoever is fretting 
 
 Must clear up his brow, 
 Or hell have no milk 
 
 From the good moolly cow. 
 
 And here is Miss Pussy ; 
 
 She means by mee-ow, 
 Give me too some milk 
 
 From the good moolly cow. 
 
 When children are hungry, 
 
 O, who can tell how 
 They love the fresh milk 
 
 From the good moolly cow ! 
 
36 
 
 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 So, when you meet moolly, 
 Just say, with a bow, 
 
 " Thank you for your milk, 
 Mrs. Good Moolly Cow." 
 
NOTHING BUT BA-A. 
 
 Little Fanny and Lucy, 
 
 One sunshiny day, 
 Went to walk in the meadow 
 
 And have some play. 
 
 They said to a sheep, 
 
 " Pray how's your mamma \ " 
 But the lazy sheep answered 
 
 Them nothing but " ba-a ! " 
 
 (37) 
 
JAMES AND HIS MOTHER. 
 
 James and his mother 
 They loved one another, 
 
 And they went to walk one day ; 
 And as they were walking, 
 And laughing and talking, 
 
 They saw some boys at play. 
 
 (38) 
 
JAMES AND HIS MOTHER. 39 
 
 " Let me go ; let me run ; 
 
 Let me see all the fun ! " 
 Said little James then to his mother; 
 
 " Hear them laugh, hear them shout, 
 
 See them tumbling about, 
 And jumping one over the other. 
 
 " Pray let me go' too, 
 
 O dear mother, do ! " 
 And Jemmie ran off to the boys ; 
 
 He kicked, and he thumped, 
 
 He laughed and he jumped, 
 He shouted and made a great noise. 
 
 But James was so small 
 
 That he soon got a fall, 
 And tumbled down into a hole ; 
 
 He was not much hurt, 
 
 But covered with dirt — 
 There Jemmie lay rubbing his poll. 
 
40 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 His mother soon ran 
 
 To her dear little man, 
 Holding out to him both of her hands ; 
 
 And now on the ground, 
 
 All safe and all sound, 
 By the side of his mother he stands. 
 
 " Never mind," said his mother ; 
 
 And they kissed one another ; 
 " Never mind, though you cut such a figure ; 
 
 For Jemmie shall play 
 
 With the boys some day, 
 When he has grown older and bigger." 
 
MASTER JOHNNY GOING TO RIDE. 
 
 Why, here's Master Johnny ; 
 
 He's taking a ride 
 On good Mrs. Donkey, 
 
 With her colt by her side. 
 
 Go softly, Ma'am Donkey, 
 And be sure not to trip ; 
 
 And Johnny, you monkey, 
 Take care of your whip. 
 
 (41) 
 
O, LOOK AT THE MOON. 
 
 O, look at the moon ! 
 
 She is shining up there ; 
 O mother, she looks 
 
 Like a lamp in the air. 
 
 (42) 
 
O, LOOK AT THE MOON. 43 
 
 Last week she was smaller, 
 
 And shaped like a bow ; 
 But now she's grown bigger, 
 
 And round as an O. 
 
 Pretty moon, pretty moon, 
 How you shine on the door, 
 
 And make it all bright 
 On my nursery floor ! 
 
 You shine on my playthings, 
 
 And show me their place, 
 And I love to look up 
 
 At your pretty bright face. 
 
 And there is a star 
 
 Close by you, and may be 
 That small twinkling star 
 
 Is your little baby. 
 
SONG FOR A COMPANY OF CHILDREN. 
 
 Children go 
 To and fro, 
 In a merry, pretty row, 
 Footsteps light, 
 Faces bright ; 
 Tis a happy sight. 
 
 (44) 
 
SONG FOR A COMPANY OF CHILDREN. 45 
 
 Swiftly turning round and round, 
 Never look upon the ground, 
 
 Follow me, 
 
 Full of glee, 
 Singing merrily. 
 
 Birds are free ; 
 
 So are we ; 
 And we live as happily. 
 
 Work we do, 
 
 Study too, 
 For we learn " twice two ; " 
 Then we laugh, and dance, and sing, 
 Gay as larks upon the wing ; 
 
 Follow me, 
 
 Full of glee, 
 Singing merrily. 
 
46 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Work is done, 
 
 Play's begun ; 
 Now we have our laugh and fun ; 
 
 Happy days, 
 
 Pretty plays, 
 And no naughty ways. 
 Holding fast each other's hand, 
 We're a little happy band ; 
 
 Follow me, 
 
 Full of glee, 
 Singing merrily. 
 
THE DOG AND THE CAT, 
 THE DUCK AND THE RAT. 
 
 Once on a time in rainy weather, 
 
 A dog and a cat, 
 
 A duck and a rat, 
 All met in a barn together. 
 
 (47) 
 
48 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 The dog he barked, 
 
 The duck she quarked, 
 The cat she humped up her back ; 
 
 The rat he squeaked, 
 
 And off he sneaked 
 Straight into a nice large crack. 
 
 The little dog said, (and he looked very wise,) 
 
 " I think, Mrs. Puss, 
 
 You make a great fuss, 
 With your back and your great green eyes. 
 
 And you, Madam Duck, 
 
 You waddle and cluck, 
 Till it gives one the fidgets to hear you. 
 
 You had better run off 
 
 To the old pig's trough, 
 Where none but the pigs, ma'am, are near 
 you." 
 
DOG, CAT, DUCK, AND RAT. 49 
 
 The duck was good-natured, and she ran 
 away ; 
 
 But old pussy cat 
 
 With her back up sat, 
 And said she intended to stay ; 
 
 And she showed him her paws, 
 
 With her long, sharp claws. 
 So the dog was afraid to come near; 
 
 For puss, if she pleases, 
 
 When a little dog teases, 
 Can give him a box on the ear. 
 
TRUSTY LEARNING ABC. 
 
 " Be quiet, good Trusty ; 
 
 See how still you can be, 
 For I've come to teach you 
 
 Your ABC. 
 
 (50) 
 
TRUSTY LEARNING ABC. 51 
 
 " I will show you the way 
 
 Mother reads it to me ; 
 She looks very sober, 
 
 And says, ABC. 
 
 " Tom says you can't learn ; 
 
 But father says, he 
 Saw a little dog once 
 
 That knew ABC. 
 
 " So, good Trusty, attend ; 
 
 Let us show them that we 
 Can learn, if we please, 
 
 Our A B C." 
 
 To what little Frank said 
 
 Trusty seemed to agree. 
 Do you think he learned much 
 
 Of his A B C % 
 
DO YOU GUESS IT IS I? 
 
 I. 
 
 I am a little thing ; 
 
 I am not very high ; 
 I laugh, dance and sing, 
 
 And sometimes I cry. 
 
 (52) 
 
DO YOU GUESS IT IS I? 53 
 
 II. 
 
 I have a little head 
 
 All covered o'er with hair, 
 And I hear what is said 
 
 With my two ears there. 
 
 III. 
 
 On my two feet I walk ; 
 
 I run too with ease ; 
 With my little tongue I talk 
 
 Just as much as I please. 
 
 IV. 
 
 I have ten fingers too, 
 
 And just so many toes ; 
 Two eyes to see through, 
 
 And but one little nose. 
 
54 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 I've a mouth full of teeth, 
 
 Where my bread and milk go in ; 
 And close by, underneath, 
 
 Is my little round chin. 
 
 VI. 
 
 What is this little thing, 
 
 Not very, very high, 
 That can laugh, dance, and sing ? 
 
 Do you guess it is I ? 
 
FIDDLEDEDEE. 
 
 Fiddledee diddledee dido, 
 A poor little boy he cried, O ; 
 
 He cried, for what ? 
 
 O, I've forgot ; 
 Perhaps you had better ask Fido. 
 
 Fiddledee diddledee dido, 
 The dog ran off to hide, O ; 
 
 Hell bark and squeak, 
 
 But never speak — 
 There's no use in asking Fido. 
 
 (55) 
 
THE STARS AND THE BABIES. 
 
 When the stars go to sleep, 
 
 The babies awake, 
 And they prattle and sparkle all day ; 
 
 Then the stars light their lamps, 
 
 And their playtime they take, 
 While the babies are sleeping away. 
 
 (56) 
 
THE STARS AND THE BABIES. 57 
 
 So good night, little baby, 
 
 And shut up your eyes ; 
 Let the stars now have their turn at play ; 
 
 They soon will begin 
 
 To shoot through the skies, 
 And dance in the bright milky way. 
 
 No, no, my dear nurse, 
 
 I cannot go to sleep ; 
 Since you've put the thought into my head, 
 
 Let us have with the stars 
 
 One game at bo-peep ; 
 Then good night, and a kiss, and to bed. 
 
KITTY IN THE BASKET. 
 
 " Where is my little basket gone ? 
 
 Said Charlie boy one day ; 
 " I guess some little boy or girl 
 
 Has taken it away. 
 
 (58) 
 
KITTY IN THE BASKET. 59 
 
 " And Kitty too, I can't find her ; 
 
 O, dear ! what shall I do % 
 I wish I could my basket find, 
 
 And little Kitty too. 
 
 " I'll go to mother's room and look ; 
 
 Perhaps she may be there, 
 For Kitty loves to take a nap 
 
 In mother's easy chair. 
 
 " O mother ! mother ! come and look ! 
 
 See what a little heap ! 
 My Kitty's in the basket here, 
 
 All cuddled down to sleep." 
 
 He took the basket carefully, 
 
 And brought it in a minute, 
 And showed it to his mother dear, 
 
 With little Kitty in it. 
 
THE FARM YARD. 
 
 The cock is crowing, 
 The cows are lowing, 
 The ducks are quarking, 
 The dogs are barking, 
 The ass is braying, 
 The horse is neighing ; 
 Was there ever such a noise ! 
 
 (60) 
 
THE FARM YARD. 
 
 61 
 
 The birds are singing, 
 The bell is ringing, 
 The pigs are squeaking, 
 The barn door creaking, 
 The brook is babbling, 
 The geese are gabbling 
 Mercy on us, what a noise ! 
 
62 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 The sheep are ba-a-ing, 
 The boys ha-ha-ing, 
 The swallows twittering, 
 The girls are tittering, 
 Father is calling, 
 The cook is bawling ; 
 I'm nigh crazy with the noise. 
 
 Nabby is churning, 
 The grindstone's turning, 
 John is sawing, 
 Charles hurrahing, 
 Old Dobson's preaching, 
 The peacock's screeching ; 
 Who can live in such a noise ! 
 
FROLIC IN THE SNOW. 
 
 " See the snow ! see the snow ! 
 Hear the winter wind blow ; 
 Make the fire burn bright ; 
 Shut the doors up tight ; 
 Let it storm, let it storm ; 
 My Willy shall be warm." 
 
 (63) 
 
64 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 " Dear mother, let me go 
 And frolic in the snow ; 
 "lis so soft and so light, 
 So beautiful and white, 
 'Twill not hurt me I know ; 
 Let me go, let me go. 
 
 " I don't mind the cold ; 
 I am three years old : 
 Look at little Rover ; 
 He is powdered all over : 
 Let me go, let me go, 
 And frolic in the snow. 
 
 " I can do what Rover can ; 
 I am your little man ; 
 Let it storm, let it storm ; 
 I don't want to be warm ; 
 Dear mother, let me go, 
 And frolic in the snow." 
 
SWING SWONG. 
 
 Swing swong, 
 Here we go ; 
 Sing a song, 
 Hurrah ho ! 
 
 Swing swong, 
 Here we go ; 
 Hold in strong, 
 Hurrah ho ! 
 
 Swing swong, 
 Here we go ; 
 Fly along, 
 Hurrah ho ! 
 5 
 
 (65) 
 
WORK AND PLAY. 
 
 Come let us take a walk, — 
 The rain has gone away, — 
 
 And have some pleasant talk, 
 And laugh, and sing, and play. 
 
 (66) 
 
WORK AND PLAY. 67 
 
 The old hen dries her wings, 
 The young lambs frisk away 
 
 The merry sparrow sings ; 
 Come let us go and play. 
 
 The brook runs gayly on 
 
 As though it were in play, 
 And says to every one, 
 
 " Let's have some fun to-day." 
 
 The little busy bee 
 
 Doth sing and work all day, 
 And teaches you and me 
 
 To work as well as play. 
 
 The world is full of flowers; 
 
 Put up your work, I say ; 
 Let's use these limbs of Qurs 
 
 And have some real play. 
 
LITTLE MARY. 
 
 Little Mary was good ; 
 
 The weather was fair ; 
 She went with her mother 
 
 To taste the fresh air. 
 
 The birds they were singing ; 
 
 Mary chatted away ; 
 And she was as happy 
 
 And merry as they. 
 
IT CAN'T BE SO. 
 
 A boy once went the world around, 
 Till he a golden castle found ; 
 
 Then laughed the boy, 
 
 Then thought the boy, 
 " O, were that golden castle mine, 
 How brightly then my house would shine !" 
 O, no ! O, no ! O, no ! 
 
 My little boy, it can't be so. 
 
 (69) 
 
70 
 
 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Again he went the world around, 
 Till he a flying pony found ; 
 
 Then laughed the boy, 
 
 Then thought the boy, 
 " O, were that flying pony mine, 
 Then I should be a horseman fine; 
 
 O, no ! O, no ! O, no ! 
 My little boy, it can't be so. 
 
WHEN EVENING IS COME. 
 
 When evening is come, 
 And father's at home, 
 Mother says that we may 
 Have a go-to-bed play. 
 A book he will bring us, 
 A song he will sing us, 
 
 (71) 
 
72 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 A story he'll tell us, 
 He'll make believe sell us. 
 And we will cut papers, 
 And all sorts of capers, 
 And laugh, dance, and play, 
 And frolic away, 
 When evening is come, 
 And father's at home. 
 
RlNGELY RlNGELY. (Page 73.) 
 
RINGELY RINGELY. 
 
 Ringely ringely dah-re-roon, 
 
 My baby has slept till almost noon, 
 
 Ringely ringely dah-re-roon, 
 
 My baby shall have his breakfast soon. 
 
 (73) 
 
74 
 
 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Bingely ringely dah-re-roon, 
 
 Here is his milk and here is his spoon, 
 
 Ringely ringely dah-re-roon, 
 
 He'll be a month older when comes next 
 
 moon. 
 
CHARLIE BOY. 
 
 O, look at my hat ; 
 
 How nicely it suits ! 
 O, look at my feet ; 
 
 I've got on new boots ! 
 
 Hurrah ! for Charlie boy. 
 
 (75) 
 
76 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 My boots they are stiff, 
 My boots they are tall, 
 
 And they hold me up straight, 
 So I cannot fall. 
 
 Hurrah ! for Charlie boy. 
 
 I'll do mother's errands 
 
 As well as I can ; 
 I've got on new boots, 
 
 And so I'm a man. 
 
 Hurrah ! for Charlie boy. 
 
THE BABY'S BIRTHDAY. 
 
 Come, Charles, blow the trumpet, 
 And George, beat the drum, 
 For this is the baby's birthday ! 
 Little Annie shall sing, 
 And Jemmy shall dance, 
 And father the jews-harp will play. 
 Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te 
 Ead-er-er tad-or-er tan do re. 
 
 C77) 
 
78 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Come toss up the ball, 
 And spin the hum top ; 
 Well have a grand frolic to-day ; 
 Let's make some soap bubbles, 
 And blow them up high, 
 And see what the taby will say. 
 Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te 
 Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re. 
 
 We'll play the grand Mufti ; 
 Let's all make a ring ; 
 The tallest the Mufti shall play ; 
 You must look in his face, 
 And see what he does, 
 And mind what the Mufti shall say. 
 Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te 
 Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re. 
 
THE BABY'S BIRTH DAY. 79 
 
 And now well play soldiers ; 
 All hold up your heads ! 
 Don't you know 'tis the baby's birthday % 
 You must turn out your toes, 
 And toss your feet high ; 
 There ! this, boys and girls, is the way. 
 Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te 
 Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re. 
 
THE POOR MAN. 
 
 The poor man is old, 
 
 He is hungry and cold, 
 Let us give him some bread to eat ; 
 
 Let him come to the fire, 
 
 Let us build it up higher, 
 Let us give the poor man a warm seat. 
 
 (SO) 
 
THE POOR MAN. 
 
 81 
 
 The poor man is weak ; 
 
 How pale is his cheek ! 
 Perhaps he has met with some sorrow ; 
 
 Let us give him a bed, 
 
 Where his poor weary head 
 May rest, and feel better to-morrow. 
 
^u, %,. 
 
 DING DONG! DING DONG! 
 
 Ding dong ! ding dong ! 
 I'll sing you a song ; 
 Tis about a little bird ; 
 
 (82) 
 
DING DONG ! DING DONG ! 83 
 
 He sat upon a tree, 
 And he sang to me, 
 And I never spoke a word. 
 
 Ding dong ! ding dong ! 
 
 I'll sing you a song ; 
 Tis about a little mouse ; 
 
 He looked very cunning, 
 
 As I saw him running 
 About my father's house. 
 
 Ding dong ! ding dong ! 
 
 I'll sing you a song 
 About my little Kitty ; 
 
 She's speckled all over, 
 
 And I know you'll love her, 
 For she is very pretty. 
 
84 
 
 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Ding dong ! ding dong ! 
 
 I have sung my song ; 
 Now give me a little kiss ; 
 
 I'll sing you another, 
 
 Some time or other, 
 That is prettier than this. 
 
THE LITTLE BOY'S MAY DAY SONG. 
 
 " The flowers are blooming every where, 
 
 On every hill and dell ; 
 And O, how beautiful they are ! 
 
 How fresh and sweet they smell ! 
 
 (85) 
 
86 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 " The little brooks, they dance along, 
 
 And look so free and gay, 
 I love to hear their pleasant song ; 
 
 I feel as glad as they. 
 
 " The young lambs bleat and frisk about, 
 The bees hum round their hive, 
 
 The butterflies are coming out ; 
 'Tis good to be alive. 
 
 " The trees, that looked so stiff and gray, 
 With green wreaths now are hung : 
 
 O mother, let me laugh and play; 
 I cannot hold my tongue. 
 
 " See yonder bird spread out his wings, 
 And mount the clear blue skies, 
 
 And mark how merrily he sings, 
 As far away he flies." 
 
THE LITTLE BOY'S MAY DAY SONG. 87 
 
 " Go forth, my child, and laugh and play, 
 
 And let your cheerful voice 
 With birds, and brooks, and merry May, 
 
 Cry loud, Rejoice ! rejoice ! 
 
 " I would not check your bounding mirth, 
 
 My little, happy boy ; 
 For He who made Irs blooming earth 
 
 Smiles on an infant's joy." 
 
THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT. 
 
 L 
 
 The sun is hidden from our sight, 
 The birds are sleeping sound ; 
 
 Tis time to say to all " Good night,'* 
 And give a kiss all round. 
 
 II. 
 
 Good night, my father, mother dear ; 
 
 Now kiss your little son ; 
 Good night, my friends both far and near, 
 
 Good night to every one. 
 
 (88) 
 
LITTLE SONGS. &9 
 
 III. 
 
 Good night, ye merry, merry birds ; 
 
 Sleep well till morning light ; 
 I wish I understood your words ; 
 
 Perhaps you sing, Good night. 
 
 IV. 
 
 To all my pretty flowers, good night ; 
 
 You blossom while I sleep, 
 And all the stars that shine so bright 
 
 With you their watches keep. 
 
 Good night, Miss Puss ; mind what I say, 
 
 And tell it to your kittens : 
 When you with little children play, 
 
 Put on your softest mittens. 
 
i^ THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Come here, my little Fido, too ; 
 
 You always do what's right ; 
 I wish I was as good as you ; 
 
 My doggie dear, good night. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The moon is lighting up the skies   
 The stars are sparkling there ; 
 
 'Tis time to shut our weary eyes, 
 And say an evening prayer. 
 
THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS. 
 
 (A Cat's Tale, with Additions.) 
 
 Three little kittens lost their mittens ; 
 And they began to cry, 
 mother dear, 
 We very much fear 
 That we have lost our mittens. 
 
 (91) 
 
92 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 f 0st pur mite ! 
 
 low ttattgjrtg lute ! 
 
 ®f«pttspi|atoii0p. 
 
 Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. 
 
 p t p»spi^ton0p. 
 
 Mee-ow, mee-oiv, mee-ow. 
 
 The three little kittens found their mittens, 
 And they began to cry, 
 O mother dear, 
 See here, see here ; 
 See, we have found our mittens. 
 
 f ut 0it pur mites, 
 |0H sillg kittens, 
 Jwfo pit man babe some pit 
 
 Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r> 
 O, let us have the pie, 
 
 Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r. 
 
THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS. 93 
 
 The three little kittens put on their mittens, 
 And soon ate up the pie ; 
 
 O mother dear, 
 
 We greatly fear 
 That we have soiVd our mittens. 
 
 M\t)& pur mittens ! 
 f 0« nragjjtg kittens ! 
 
 Then they began to sigh, 
 
 Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. 
 
 Then they began to sigh, 
 
 Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. 
 
 The three little kittens washed their mittens, 
 And hung them out to dry ; 
 O mother dear, 
 Do not you hear. 
 That we have washed our mittens ? 
 
94 
 
 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 Ifesfrcft pit mittens ! 
 
 0, pt'rt gaoft ktttats. 
 
 §ut 1 smell a rat dose Ira : 
 
 |usl] ! Iras!]! mt-tfa, menuto. 
 
 TFe smell a rat close by, 
 
 Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. 
 
(58) 
 COCKS AND HENS. 
 
 (To imitate the call of the fowls.) 
 
 Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock, 
 I've laid an egg ; 
 Am I to gang ba-are-foot ? 
 
 Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen, 
 
 I've been up and down, 
 
 (95) 
 
96 
 
 LITTLE SONGS. 
 
 To every shop in town, 
 And cannot find a shoe 
 To fit your foot, 
 If Td crow my hea-art out. 
 
 [To be said very quickly, except the last two words in 
 each verse, which are to be " screamed " out.] 
 
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