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WHICH YOU SIGH
A HOME-MADE FAIRY-TALE--TITLE
A LITTLE DUDE-FAIRY
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RILEY CHILD-RHYMES
LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE
[Illustration: They was two great big black things a-standin' by her side]
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,?An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; An' all us other childern, when the supper things is done,?We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun?A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,?An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you?Ef you?Don't?Watch?Out!
Onc't they was a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--?So when he went to bed at night, away up stairs,?His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,?An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press, An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout:-- An' the Gobble-uns'll git you?Ef you?Don't?Watch?Out!
[Illustration: An' when they turn't the kivvers down]
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,?An' make fun of ever'one, an' all her blood an' kin;?An' onc't, when they was "company," an' ole folks was there, She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!?An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about! An' the Gobble-uns'll git you?Ef you?Don't?Watch?Out!
An' little Orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue,?An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!?An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,?An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--?You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear, An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,?Er the Gobble-uns'll git you?Ef you?Don't?Watch?Out!
[Illustration: Little Orphant Annie--Tailpiece]
THE RAGGEDY MAN
[Illustration: The Raggedy Man--Title]
O The Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;?An' he's the goodest man ever you saw!?He comes to our house every day,?An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay;?An' he opens the shed--an' we all ist laugh?When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf;?An' nen--ef our hired girl says he can--?He milks the cow fer 'Lizabuth Ann.--?Aint he a' awful good Raggedy Man??Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
W'y, The Raggedy Man--he's ist so good?He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;?An' nen he spades in our garden, too,?An' does most things 'at boys can't do!--?He clumbed clean up in our big tree?An' shooked a' apple down fer me--?An' nother'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann--?An' nother'n', too, fer The Raggedy Man.--?Aint he a' awful kind Raggedy Man??Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
[Illustration: He showed me the hole 'at the Wunks is got]
An' The Raggedy Man, he knows most rhymes?An' tells 'em, ef I be good, sometimes:?Knows 'bout Giunts, an' Griffuns, an' Elves,?An' the Squidgicum-Squees 'at swallers therselves!?An', wite by the pump in our pasture-lot,?He showed me the hole 'at the Wunks is got,?'At lives 'way deep in the ground, an' can?Turn into me, er 'Lizabuth Ann!?Aint he a funny old Raggedy Man??Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
The Raggedy Man--one time when he?Wuz makin' a little bow-'n'-orry fer me,?Says "When you're big like your Pa is,?Air you go' to keep a fine store like his--?An' be a rich merchunt--an' wear fine clothes?--?Er what air you go' to be, goodness knows!"?An' nen he laughed at 'Lizabuth Ann,?An' I says "'M go' to be a Raggedy Man!--?I'm ist go' to be a nice Raggedy Man!"?Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
CURLY LOCKS
[Illustration: Curly Locks--Title]
_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine??Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,--?But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,?And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream._
Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine??The throb of my heart is in every line,?And the pulse of a passion as airy and glad?In its musical beat as the little Prince had!
[Illustration: Sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam]
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine!--?O I'll dapple thy hands with these kisses of mine?Till the pink of the nail of each finger shall be?As a little pet blush in full blossom for me.
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,?And thou shalt have fabric as fair as a dream,--?The red of my veins, and the white of my love,?And the gold of my joy for the braiding thereof.
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream?From a service of silver, with jewels agleam,--?At thy feet will I bide, at thy beck will I rise,?And twinkle my soul in the night of thine eyes!
_Curly Locks! Curly Locks!