Identifier: cradlesongs00baby (find matches)
Title: Cradle songs
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Babyland. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Nursery rhymes
Publisher: Boston, D. Lothrop and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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TAB-BY S LULL-A-BY. Me-ow! dont you scratch —To scratch is a sin. Me-ow! Me-ow! You bad lit-tle cat,You mustnt bite; Moth-er wont stand thai Purr-r! purr-r ! Now shut up your eyes ;Moth-er will make You some cat-nip pies. Purr-r! purr-r! Lit-tle balls of fur,Purr-r! purr-r ! Lie still, and dont stir. TAB-BY S LULL-A-BY. Wash-wash-you-cat,Lit-tle balls of fur ! Wash-wash-you-cat,Purr-r ! purr-r! SOME NAUGHY IS. I I I Some little people cry: I wont, I cant,I shall, I shant— Oh, what a naughty I ; II! J., X, i, Now hear them passing by I hant, I be, I are, I see —Oh, what a naughty I. AT BREAK-FAST. A gay lit-tle bird That want-ed some funFlew in and light-edOn the ba-bys bun. He pecked at a cur-rant,He sipped from the cup, Then hopped on the loaf,And thus piped up : AT BREAK-FAST. feep-sy weeps I Ba-by, say,Whatll you give if I will stay?Peep-sy weeps ! Ba-by, O,Whatll you give if I will go ?:
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AN AS-TON-ISHED BA-BY. He splashed the milk,He nib-bled the bread, AT BREAK-FAST. He spread both wings,He stood on his head. But still the ba-by Said nev-er a word — And out of the win-dowFlashed the bird ! Peep-sy weeps! loud sang he,Such a stu-pid ba-by I nev-er did see!Nev-er a smile, nev-er a word —Peep-sy weeps! Im glad Im a bird ! BA-BY DIM-PLE AT BREAK-FAST. She sits in the porch with hersau-cer;Smeared are her fin-gersand thumbs ;While a-round with nois-y clat-terOld hen, with her chick-enscomes. BA-BY DIM-PLE AT BREAK-FAST. Ba-by shoos and shoos, andstrikes themWith the spoon that spillsthe crumbs: Do way chick-ies ! ou sarithab em—My nice bivead an lassesturns ! But the chick-ies sly will pick themWhen Miss Dim-pies not on the watch ;And old moth-er hen comes bold-ly

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