Little Songs | Page 2

hurt a butterfly?"
"Softly, softly, girls and boys;?He'll come near us by and by;?Here he is, don't make a noise;--?We'll 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.
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.?The birds they sing,?Upon the wing,?Hey nony nony no.
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, 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.
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.
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;"
"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."
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.
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.
THE GOOD MOOLLY COW.
Come! supper is ready;?Come! boys and girls, now,?For here is fresh milk?From the good moolly cow.
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 he'll 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!
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!"
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.
"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.
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