ey sigh;And if I wear a warning frownThey draw their pretty faces down, And feign, forsooth, to cry! They practise every airy artTo win away my guarded heart. Oh, be the truth confest! —Already is it gone from me,And I henceforth a slave must be, And bend to their behest. Theyve stabbed me with… … AN OLD-TIME LULLABY. Up the stair they merrily climb,—Three little white gowns at sleepy-time, Big brother Benny and baby Grace, And funny Wee-boy with the happy face;And mamma sings, as they mount the stair,These cranky words to a queer old air,— Go to bed, sleepy-head, And sleep for money to buy…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
Internet Archive · Library of Congress · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
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