Part 106 (1/2)

And when my little prayer is said, How could I cry to go to bed?

--_Jane Taylor_.

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TIME TO GET UP

The c.o.c.k, who soundly sleeps at night, Rises with the morning light; Very loud and shrill he crows; Then the sleeping ploughman knows He must rise and hasten, too, All his morning work to do.

And the little lark does fly To the middle of the sky.

You may hear his merry tune, In the morning very soon; For he does not like to rest Idly in his downy nest.

While the c.o.c.k is crowing shrill, Leave my little bed I will, And I'll rise to hear the lark, Now it is no longer dark.

'T would be a pity there to stay, When 't is bright and pleasant day.

--_Jane Taylor_.

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THE SNOWDROP

Now the spring is coming on, Now the snow and ice are gone, Come, my little snowdrop root, Will you not begin to shoot?

Ah! I see your pretty head Peeping on the flower bed, Looking all so green and gay On this fine and pleasant day.

For the mild south wind doth blow, And hath melted all the snow, And the sun s.h.i.+nes out so warm, You need not fear another storm.

So come up, you pretty thing, Just to tell us it is spring, Hanging down your modest head On my pleasant flower bed.

--_Jane Taylor_.

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Music for ”Getting Up”

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GETTING UP

Now, my baby, ope your eye, For the sun is in the sky, And he's peeping once again Through the frosty windowpane.

Little baby, do not keep Any longer fast asleep.

There now, sit in mother's lap, That she may untie your cap; For the little strings have got Twisted into such a knot.

Yes, you know you've been at play With the bobbin as your lay.

There it comes, now let us see Where your petticoats can be; Oh, they're in the window seat, Folded very smooth and neat; When my baby older grows She shall double up her clothes.

Now one pretty little kiss, For dressing you so nice as this.