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Identifier: cradlesongs00baby (find matches)
Title: Cradle songs
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Babyland. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Nursery rhymes
Publisher: Boston, D. Lothrop and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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! What will little grasses doWhen winter cold is here? How the wind will whistleRound about our heads ! Oh its very hard to haveNo covers on our beds ! Then the wise red-rose bushTall, and rough and old, Shook his head, and kindly said, You will not be cold, For God sends a blanket warmFor every blade of grass, WHAT THE GRASSES SAID. Soft and light, and white as wool;Not a blade Hell pass! Whats the blanket made of ? Quick! we want to know! Why, my dears, the rose-bush said, Gods blanket is the snow. — J. S. TAB-BYS LULL-A-BY. Wash-wash-you-cat, Now this side, now that!Wash-wash-you-cat, Keep clean and grow fat Four lit-tle ears, And eight lit-tle paws,Two small nos-es, And for-ty sharp claws, TAB-BY S LULL-A-BY. Give moth-ers tonguegreat deal to do.So hush ! keep still,And Ill sing to you : Purr-r! purr-r! hi a sil-ver house,Moth-er once saw A lit-tle white mouse, Soft white fur, And lit-tle pink eyes,So round mid plump, And so ver-y wise. Wash-wash-you-cat, Now hold up your chin.
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TAB-BY S LULL-A-BY. Me-ow! dont you scratch —To scratch is a sin. Me-ow! Me-ow! You bad lit-tle cat,You mustnt bite; Moth-er wont stand thai Purr-r! purr-r ! Now shut up your eyes ;Moth-er will make You some cat-nip pies. Purr-r! purr-r! Lit-tle balls of fur,Purr-r! purr-r ! Lie still, and dont stir. TAB-BY S LULL-A-BY. Wash-wash-you-cat,Lit-tle balls of fur ! Wash-wash-you-cat,Purr-r ! purr-r! SOME NAUGHY IS. I I I Some little people cry: I wont, I cant,I shall, I shant— Oh, what a naughty I ; II! J., X, i, Now hear them passing by I hant, I be, I are, I see —Oh, what a naughty I. AT BREAK-FAST. A gay lit-tle bird That want-ed some funFlew in and light-edOn the ba-bys bun. He pecked at a cur-rant,He sipped from the cup, Then hopped on the loaf,And thus piped up : AT BREAK-FAST. feep-sy weeps I Ba-by, say,Whatll you give if I will stay?Peep-sy weeps ! Ba-by, O,Whatll you give if I will go ?:

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