OING TO BED Down upon my pillow warm, I do lay my little head,And the rain and wind and storm Cannot come a-nigh my bed. Many little children poor, Have not anywhere to go,And sad hardships they endure, Such as I did never know. Dear mamma, I thank you oft For my comfortable bed,And this pretty… … THE STAES AND THE BABIES When the stars go to sleep,The babies awake, And they prattle and sparkle all day;Then the stars light their lamps,And their playtime they take, While the babies are sleeping away. So good-night, little baby,And shnt np your eyes;Let the stars now have their turn at play;…
Nursery rhymes
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