. Home songs for little people . His playmates all did say, Here s a new scholar, neat and clean! Your re welcome, sir, to-day ! I m not a new boy, answered Tom. They all cried, Well, thats strange !We did not know you, you have passed Through such a wondrous change! Then shoulder-high around the school Their altered mate they bore,And raised such shouts as neer were heard In that playground before ! HOME SONGS. G5 Tom was so proud of getting praiseFor being neat and clean, That since that day a tidier boyWas surely never seen. UP EARLY, LITTLE birds are wide awake Early in the morning;Just th
. Home songs for little people . His playmates all did say, Here s a new scholar, neat and clean! Your re welcome, sir, to-day ! I m not a new boy, answered Tom. They all cried, Well, thats strange !We did not know you, you have passed Through such a wondrous change! Then shoulder-high around the school Their altered mate they bore,And raised such shouts as neer were heard In that playground before ! HOME SONGS. G5 Tom was so proud of getting praiseFor being neat and clean, That since that day a tidier boyWas surely never seen. UP EARLY, LITTLE birds are wide awake Early in the morning;Just think how funny it would be t/ To see the robins yawning ! To hear the little sparrow say, O dear! tis hardly light. Mamma, I want to sleep some more!T would make you laugh outright. They hop out of their little nests, So cosy and so warm,And sing their merry morning tune In sunshine and in storm. And now, my pet, run find mamma, And whisper in her ear,That, when she wakes her birdie up, It will be sure to hear. 6* 66 HOME MY PONY. WE have a little pony, and we call him Dap-ple Gray,And in our little carriage we drive out every day ; How our happy hearts are bounding,With his clinking hoofs resounding,And his clatter, clatter, clatter, all the way. They give our horsie water and they give ourhorsie hay, And they give our horsie oats for his break-fast every day; HOME SONGS. 67 When clinking hoofs are ringing,And our happy voices singing,Then we clatter, clatter, clatter, all the way. The nicest rides we have are in the month of May,When we drive out in the country, and always some new way; Oh, the turnings and the windings,Oh, the seekiiigs and the findings,As we clatter, clatter, clatter, all the way. In the beautiful bright country there I would like to stay, And play so nicely on the grass 011 each sun-shiny clay; And picking violets blue,Buttercups, and daisies too,I d forget the clatter, clatter, clatter, all theway. ROBINg LULLABY. HUSH, my little nestlings dear,Hus
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