Moring Time

AWAKE, my pet !
What ! slumbering yet,
When the day's so warm and bright ?
The flowers that wept
Before they slept
O'er the darkness of yesternight,
Have listened long
To the lark's wild song,
And awoke with the morning light.

Again and again
Through the window-pane
The jasmine flowers kept peeping
And in at the door,
And along the floor,
The sunny rays came creeping,
So I opened wide
The sash, and tried
To tell them you were sleeping.

Awake, my dear,
The winter drear
Has fled with all things dreary,
But quickly by
The spring will fly,
And soon the birds will weary.
Awake while yet
The dew is wet
And day is young, my deary.


AWAKE, my pet ! What ! slumbering yet, When the day's so warm and bright ? The flowers that wept Before they slept O'er the darkness of yesternight, Have listened long To the lark's wild song, And awoke with the morning light. Again and again Through the window-pane The jasmine flowers kept peeping And in at the door, And along the floor, The sunny rays came creeping, So I opened wide The sash, and tried To tell them you were sleeping. Awake, my dear, The winter drear Has fled with all things dreary, But quickly by The spring will fly, And soon the birds will weary. Awake while yet The dew is wet And day is young, my deary.

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A First Love-Making

A LAND there is beyond the sea
That I have never seen,
But Johnny says he'll take me there,
And I shall be a queen.
He'll build for me a palace there,
Its roof will be of thatch,
And it will have a little porch
And everything to match.

And he'll give me a garden-green,
And he'll give me a crown
Of flowers that love the wood and field
And never grow in town.
And we shall be so happy there,
And never, never part,
And I shall be the grandest queen-
The queen of Johnny's heart.

Then, Johnny, man your little boat
To sail across the sea ;
There's only room for king and queen-
For Johnny and for me.
And, Johnny dear, I'm not afraid
Of any wind or tide,
For I am always safe, my dear,
If you are by my side.

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The Little Maid

A LITTLE maid went to market,
She went into the town,
And all the things she had to buy
She carefully wrote down.
The coffee, sugar, tea, and rice--
The currant cake for tea,
And then she had to reckon up,
And see how much they'd be.

She sat her down as she came back,
She sat her down to see
What they had cost--the currant cake,
The coffee, and the tea.
She could not make her money right,
And yet, how she did try !
She could not make her money right,
And oh ! how she did cry.

She's counting still, my dears, my dears,
She's counting day and night,
But though she counts for years and years,
She'll never make it right.
She'll never make it right--right--right,
Oh ! never any more, [count,
Though she sits counting--count--count
Till she is ninety-four.

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Coming Down the Street

 

THE baby she has golden hair,
Her cheeks are like a rose,
And she sits fastened in her chair,
A-counting of her toes.
The mother she stands by the door,
And all the place is neat,
She says,"When it is half-past four,
He'll come along the street."
And O ! in all this happy world
There's not a sight so sweet,
As 'tis to see the master, dear,
A-coming down the street.
A-coming O ! a-coming O !
A-coming down the street.

The baby's sister toddles round,
And sings a little song,
And every word and every sound
Says, "Father won't be Jong."
And when he comes we'll laugh for glee,
And then his bonnie face,
However dark the day may be,
Makes sunshine in the place.
And O ! in all this happy world
There's not a sight so sweet,
As 'tis to see the master, dear,
A-coming down the street,
A-coming O ! a-coming O !
A-coming down the street.

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Swinging

SWING, swing, swing,
Through the drowsy afternoon ;
Swing, swing, swing,
Up I go to meet the moon.
Swing, swing, swing,
I can see as I go high
Far along the crimson sky ;
I can see as I come down
The tops of houses in the town ;
High and low,
Fast and slow,
Swing, swing, swing.

Swing, swing, swing,
See ! the sun is gone away ;
Swing, swing, swing,
Gone to make a bright new day.
Swing, swing, swing.
I can see as up I go
The poplars waving to and fro,
I can see as I come down
The lights are twinkling in the town,
High and low,
Fast and slow,
Swing, swing, swing.

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