Love me - I love you,
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing it as may be.
Mother’s arms under you,
Her eyes above you;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Love me - I love you.
By Christina Rossetti: “Sing-Song: A Nursery Rhyme Book” (1872)
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Love Me - I Love You
Love me - I love you, Love me, my baby; Sing it high, sing it low, Sing it as may be. Mother’s arms under you, Her eyes above you; Sing it high, sing it low, Love me - I love you. By Christina Rossetti: “Sing-Song: A Nursery Rhyme Book” (1872)
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Two Blackbirds On A Hill
Two blackbirds, Sitting on a hill, One named Jack, The other named Jill; Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill! Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill! By Author Unknown Star Light, Star Bright Star light, star bright, The first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight. By Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Stars And Astronomy Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Rain, Rain, Go Away Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day, Little children want to play. By Author Unknown Hey Diddle, Diddle Hey diddle, diddle! The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped, Over the moon. The little dog laughed, To see such fun And the dish ran away, With the spoon. By Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Impossible And Possible Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Nursery rhymes are short, simple poems or songs for young children, created to pass on learning from adults to children in a fun, entertaining fashion. Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Daffynitions And Definitions Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row. By Mother Goose Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Gardens And Gardening Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Hickory, Dickory, Dock Hickory, dickory, dock Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, dickory, dock. By Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Clocks And Timepieces Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Miss Jane Miss Jane had a bag and a mouse was in it. She opened the bag, he was out in a minute. The cat saw him jump and run under the table, And the dog said: “Catch him, Kitty, soon as you’re able.” By Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Animals And Animal Natures Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Old Mother Goose, when She wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander. -Author Unknown Little Boy Blue Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn. What! Is this the way you mind your sheep, Under the haystack fast asleep? By Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Idleness And Industriousness Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Red Hen Cluck, Cluck, red hen have you any eggs? Yes sir, yes sir, as many as your legs. One for your breakfast, and one for your lunch. Come back tomorrow I’ll have another bunch. By Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Chickens Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. The term ‘nursery rhyme’ is commonly believed to have originated from the book “Rhymes for the Nursery” (1806) by sisters Jane Taylor and Ann Taylor. Jack Whaley Jack Whaley had a cow, And he had naught to feed her; He took a pipe and played a tune, And bid the cow consider. By Author Unknown: Jack Whaley (about 1725) Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Cattle Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Row, Row, Row Your Boat Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream. By Author Unknown 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. -Author Unknown: as published in Charles Walsh: “A Book of Nursery Rhymes” (1901) Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Playtime And Playing Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Tom he was a piper’s son, He learned to play when he was young; But all the tune that he could play Was “Over the hills and far away.” -Author Unknown: as published in J. O. Halliwell (James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps (born James Orchard Halliwell (1820 - 1889))), editor: “The Nursery Rhymes of England: Collected Principally from Oral Tradition” (1843) Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Music Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Alison: Nursery rhymes . . . Jackie: With what? Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush Here we go round the mulberry bush, The mulberry bush, The mulberry bush. Here we go round the mulberry bush, so early in the morning. This is the way we wash our face, wash our face, wash our face This is the way we wash our face, so early in the morning. This is the way we comb our hair, comb our hair, comb our hair This is the way we comb our hair, so early in the morning. This is the way we brush our teeth, brush our teeth, brush our teeth This is the way we brush our teeth so early in the morning. This is the way we put on our clothes, put on our clothes, put on our clothes This is the way we put on our clothes, so early in the morning. Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush Here we go round the mulberry bush, so early in the morning. By Author Unknown Jack be nimble
And Jack be quick, And Jack jump over The candle-stick. -Author Unknown Little Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet*, Eating her curds and whey; There came a big spider, Who sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away. *tuffet: a small grassy hill By Author Unknown Little Tommy Tucker Sings for his supper; What shall we give him? White bread and butter. -Author Unknown: “Tommy Thumb’s Pretty Song Book” (about1744) Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Mealtimes And Eating Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Jack Sprat Could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so, betwixt them both, They licked the platter clean. -Author Unknown: a Mother Goose rhyme Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Weight Loss And Weight Maintenance Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Some people claim that nursery rhymes have hidden meanings or references to tragic historic events; however, their claims are mostly baseless and possibly made for bad motives. It is better to ignore such people and their claims, and simply enjoy nursery rhymes as whimsical mini-fairy tales that allow parents and their youngsters to become better acquainted and for parents to teach youngsters in fun ways about words and sounds and their meanings and use. Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Fairy Tales And Folk Tales Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Little Girls What are little girls made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and everything nice, That’s what little girls are made of. ByAuthor Unknown Little Boys What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of? Slugs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails, That’s what little boys are made of. By Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Boyhood And Boys Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Nursery rhymes began as an oral, or spoken tradition, and were handed down from generation to generation across time. These early nursery rhymes existed with several variations of each of the individual rhymes, being recalled from memory, and sung or recited aloud, by adults to their children. Later, spoken nursery rhymes were recorded in written and illustrated collections, which became available as picture books. Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read History Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride. If turnips were watches, I’d wear one by my side. -Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Wishes And Wishing Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Older nursery rhymes have some outdated words and expressions, as well as outdated grammatical constructs that are no longer in common use. Because some of their meanings have been lost to time, modern readers will likely interpret some nursery rhymes as nonsense or nonsensical, and that is perfectly fine. Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Nonsense Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Black Sheep Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, Three bags full; One for the master, And one for the dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane. By Author Unknown Make every day magical . . . with MFOL! Rock-A-Bye Baby
Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all. Baby is drowsing cozy and fair, Mother sits near in her rocking chair. Forward and back the cradle she swings, And though baby sleeps he hears what she sings, From the high rooftops down to the sea. No one’s as dear as baby to me, Wee little fingers, eyes wide and bright, Now sound asleep until morning light. By Author Unknown Old MacDonald Had A Farm
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a cat, E-I-E-I-O. With a mew-mew here and a mew-mew there, Here a mew, there a mew, everywhere a mew-mew, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a chicken, E-I-E-I-O. With a cluck-cluck here and a cluck-cluck there, Here a cluck, there a cluck, everywhere a cluck-cluck, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O. With a moo-moo here and a moo-moo there, Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo-moo, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a dog, E-I-E-I-O. With an arf-arf here and an arf-arf there, Here an arf, there an arf, everywhere an arf-arf, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a donkey, E-I-E-I-O. With a hee-haw here and a hee-haw there, Here a hee, there a haw, everywhere a hee-haw, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a duck, E-I-E-I-O. With a quack-quack here and a quack-quack there, Here a quack, there a quack, everywhere a quack-quack, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a goat, E-I-E-I-O. With a naa-naa here and a naa-naa there, Here an naa, there a naa, everywhere an naa-naa, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a horse, E-I-E-I-O. With a neigh-neigh here and a neigh-neigh there, Here a neigh, there a neigh, everywhere a neigh-neigh, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a hand, E-I-E-I-O. With a how-do here and a how-do there, Here a how, there a do, everywhere a how-do, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a honeybee, E-I-E-I-O. With a buzz-buzz here and a buzz-buzz there, Here a buzz, there a buzz, everywhere a buzz-buzz, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a pig, E-I-E-I-O. With an oink-oink here and an oink-oink there, Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink-oink, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a sheep, E-I-E-I-O. With a baa-baa here and a baa-baa there, Here a baa, there a baa, everywhere a baa-baa, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. By Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read the next article, or click or tap on these words to read Old MacDonald Had A Farm By Author Unknown - Silly. Row, Row, Row The Boat
Row, row, row the boat Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream! Row, row, row the boat Gently down the stream If you see a crocodile Don’t forget to scream! Row, row, row the boat Gently down the river If you see a polar bear Don’t forget to shiver! Row, row, row the boat Gently to the shore If you see a lion Don’t forget to roar! Row, row, row the boat Gently in the bath If you see a spider Don’t forget to laugh! Row, row, row the boat Gently as can be ’Cause if you’re not careful You’ll fall into the sea! By Author Unknown The Moon Lullaby
I see the Moon. The Moon sees me. God bless the Moon, And God bless me. I see the stars. The stars see me. God bless the stars, And God bless me. I see the world. The world sees me. God bless the world, And God bless me. I know an angel Watches over me. God bless the angels, And God bless me. By Author Unknown Bed-Time Song
Sleep, my baby, while I sing Bed-time news of everything. Chickens run to mother hen; Piggy curls up in the pen. In the field, all tired with play, Quiet now the lambkins stay. Kittens cuddle in a heap - Baby, too, must go to sleep! Sleep, my baby, while I sing Bed-time news of everything. Now the cows from pasture come; Bees fly home with drowsy hum. Little birds are in the nest, Under mother-bird’s soft breast. Over all soft shadows creep - Baby now must go to sleep. Sleep, my baby, while I sing Bed-time news of everything. Sleepy flowers seem to nod, Drooping toward the dewy sod; While the big sun’s fading light Bids my baby dear good-night. Mother loving watch will keep; Baby now must go to sleep. By Emilie Poulsson Anne Emilie Poulsson was born on 8 September 1853 in Cedar Grove, New Jersey, United States of America. She became a teacher for the blind at the Perkins School, a writer, a poet, and a translator of written works from Norwegian into English. Anne Emilie Poulsson passed on at 85 years of age on 18 March 1939. My Black Hen
Higgle-dee, piggle-dee, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten, Higgle-dee, piggle-dee, my black hen. By Author Unknown Billy, Billy
“Billy, Billy, come and play, While the sun shines bright as day.” “Yes, my Polly, so I will, For I love to please you still.” “Billy, Billy, have you seen Sam and Betsy on the green?” “Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass, Skipping o’er the new-mown grass.” “Billy, Billy, come along, And I will sing a pretty song.” By Author Unknown Wash On Monday
Wash on Monday, Iron on Tuesday, Bake on Wednesday, Brew on Thursday, Churn on Friday, Mend on Saturday, Go to meeting on Sunday. By Author Unknown The words of the rhyme ‘Wash on Monday’ reflect the English tradition of washing clothes on Mondays. When the women of the oceangoing vessel the Mayflower came ashore on Monday 13 November 1620, the first thing they did was the washing, bringing the English tradition to America. Continue scrolling down this website page to read the rest of the article, or click or tap on these words to read Laundry Gathered By David Hugh Beaumont. Mary’s Lamb
Mary had a little lamb Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go; He followed her to school one day - That was against the rule, It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb at school. And so the Teacher turned him out, But still he lingered near. And waited patiently about, Till Mary did appear; And then he ran to her, and laid His head upon her arm, As if he said - ‘I’m not afraid - You’ll keep me from all harm.’ ‘What makes the lamb love Mary so?’ The eager children cry - ‘O, Mary loves the lamb, you know.’ The Teacher did reply; ‘And you each gentle animal In confidence may bind, And make them follow at your call, If you are always kind.’ By Sarah Hale: “Poems for Our Children” (1830) Shown above is what is believed to be the true and original version of the poem “Mary’s Lamb.” When first published in 1830, it became an immediate success. It was printed on silk handkerchiefs and sold in Boston bookstores. Currier and Ives made a print of Mary and her lamb. Mrs. Hale later set the words to music and published it in her “School Song Book” (1834). The poem was published as a lesson in “The First Eclectic Reader” (1844), by its writer and editor, William Holmes McGuffey, without attribution to Sarah Josepha Hale, and so mistakenly became known as a ‘Mother Goose Rhyme.’ In 1877, Thomas Alva Edison made a phonograph recording, uttering the first ever recording of human speech, as “Mary had a little lamb.” A variation of the poem exists as a nursery rhyme, shortened to eight lines and titled, “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” as shown below. Mary Had a Little Lamb Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go. It followed her to school one day, Which was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school. By Author Unknown Another variation of the poem exists as a song, as shown below. Mary Had a Little Lamb Lyrics: Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, and everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. It followed her to school one day school one day, school one day, It followed her to school one day, which was against the rules. It made the children laugh and play, laugh and play, laugh and play, it made the children laugh and play to see a lamb at school. And so the teacher turned it out, turned it out, turned it out, And so the teacher turned it out, but still it lingered near, And waited patiently about, patiently about, patiently about, And waited patiently about till Mary did appear. “Why does the lamb love Mary so?” Love Mary so? Love Mary so? “Why does the lamb love Mary so,” the eager children cry. “Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.” The lamb, you know, the lamb, you know, “Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know,” the teacher did reply. By Author Unknown Sarah Josepha Hale (maiden name Buell) was born on 24 October 1788 in Newport, New Hampshire, United States of America. She was a writer and an editor (1837 - 1877) for “Godey’s Lady Book” magazine, a poet, and a book author. She campaigned successfully to have Thanksgiving made into an American national holiday. Sarah Joseph Hale passed on at 90 years of age on 30 April 1879 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States of America. Lullaby
Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping; Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Stars are up, the moon is peeping; Lullaby, oh, lullaby! While the birds are silence keeping, Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Sleep, my baby, fall a-sleeping, Lullaby, oh, lullaby! By Christina G. Rossetti: “Sing-Song: A Nursery Rhyme Book” (1893), page 134 Christina Georgina Rossetti was born on 5 December 1830 in London, England. She became a poet. She is known for “Goblin Market” and “Remember,” among other works. Christina Georgina Rossetti passed on at 64 years of age on 29 December 1894 in London, England. The Clever Hen
I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, She brought it home in less than an hour; She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale. By Author Unknown All The Pretty Horses
Hush-a-bye don’t you cry, Go to sleep-y, little baby. When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses. Blacks and bays, dapple grays, Coach and six white horses. Hush-a-bye don’t you cry, Go to sleep-y, little baby. By Author Unknown There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children she didn’t know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread; Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. by Author Unknown: as published in Joseph Ritson (1752 - 1803), author and editor: “Gammer Gurton’s Garland, or the Nursery Parnassus” (1784) The Farmer in the Dell ¹
The farmer in the dell, The farmer in the dell, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, ² The farmer in the dell. The farmer takes a wife, The farmer takes a wife, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The farmer takes a wife. The wife takes the child, The wife takes the child, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The wife takes the child. The child takes the nurse, The child takes the nurse, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The child takes the nurse. The nurse takes the cow, The nurse takes the cow, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The nurse takes the cow. The cow takes the dog, The cow takes the dog, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The cow takes the dog. The dog takes the cat, The dog takes the cat, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The dog takes the cat. The cat takes the mouse, The cat takes the mouse, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The cat takes the mouse. The mouse takes the cheese, The mouse takes the cheese, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The mouse takes the cheese. The cheese stands alone, The cheese stands alone, Heigh-ho, the Derry-o, The cheese stands alone. by Author Unknown ¹ Dell: A wooded valley. ² Derry: Officially called Londonderry, it is the second-largest city in Northern Ireland and the fourth-largest city on the island of Ireland. Despite the official name being Londonderry, the city is commonly called by the shorter ‘Derry,’ which is an Anglicization of the Old Irish ‘Daire’ (modern Irish ‘Doire’), which translates as ‘oak-grove’ or ‘oak-wood.’ The name is derived from the settlement’s earliest name ‘Daire Calgaich’ meaning ‘oak-grove of Calgach.’ Humpty Dumpty’s Song
In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight. In Spring, when woods are getting green, I’ll try and tell you what I mean. In Summer, when the days are long, Perhaps you’ll understand the song. In Autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down. I sent a message to the fish: I told them, “This is what I wish.” The little fishes of the sea, They sent an answer back to me. The little fishes’ answer was, “We cannot do it, Sir, because -” I sent to them again to say, “It will be better to obey.” The fishes answered, with a grin, “Why, what a temper you are in!” I told them once, I told them twice: They would not listen to advice. I took a kettle large and new, Fit for the deed I had to do. My heart went hop, my heart went thump: I filled the kettle at the pump. Then someone came to me and said, “The little fishes are in bed.” I said to him, I said it plain, “Then you must wake them up again.” I said it very loud and clear: I went and shouted in his ear. But he was very stiff and proud: He said, “You needn’t shout so loud!” And he was very proud and stiff: He said, “I’d go and wake them, if -” I took a corkscrew from the shelf: I went to wake them up myself. And when I found the door was locked, I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked. And when I found the door was shut, I tried to turn the handle, but - by Lewis Carroll Lewis Carroll is a pseudonym of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, who was born on 27 January 1832 in England. He became a writer, a mathematician, a logician, an Anglican deacon, and a photographer. His is known for the books, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” (1865) and its sequel, “Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There” (1871), as well as the poems, “The Hunting of the Snark” and “Jabberwocky,” all examples of the genre of literary nonsense. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson passed on at 65 years of age on 14 January 1898. To Market
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, jiggety jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety jog. To market, to market, to buy a plum bun, Home again, home again, market is done. by Author Unknown The Little Bird
Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop; So I cried, “Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?” And was going to the window To say, “How do you do?” But he shook his little tail, And far away he flew. by Author Unknown The Blacksmith
“Robert Barnes, my fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine?” “Yes, good sir, that I can, As well as any other man; There’s a nail, and there’s a prod, Now, good sir, your horse is shod.” by Author Unknown Images Shown 1. Horse. 2. Blacksmith anvil, hammer, and horseshoe. Buttons
Buttons, a farthing a pair! Come, who will buy them of me? They’re round and sound and pretty, And fit for girls of the city. Come, who will buy them of me? Buttons, a farthing a pair! by Author Unknown The Queen of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer’s day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he’d steal no more. by Author Unknown Mary’s Canary
Mary had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs - upon my word He was a pretty fellow! The sweetest note he always sung, Which much delighted Mary. She often, where the cage was hung, Sat hearing her canary. by Author Unknown All Through the Night
Sleep my child and peace attend thee, All through the night. Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones’ watch am keeping, All through the night. Angels watching, e’er around thee, All through the night. Midnight slumber close surround thee, All through the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones’ watch am keeping, All through the night. by Author Unknown |
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