Part 3 (1/2)

Little old baby, pretty old baby, Curls himself over and goes to sleep.

Ah! such is life, my little old baby, Sleep and forget it, or wake and weep!

BABY'S JOURNEY.

Hoppety hoppety ho!

Where shall the baby go?

Over dale and down, To Limerick town, And there shall the baby go.

Hoppety hoppety ho!

_How_ shall the baby go?

In a coach-and-seven, With grooms eleven, And so shall the baby go.

Hoppety hoppety ho!

_When_ shall the baby go?

In the afternoon, By the light of the moon, And then shall the baby go.

Hoppety hoppety ho!

_Why_ shall the baby go?

To dance a new jig, And to buy a new wig, And _that's_ why the baby shall go.

THE b.u.mBLEBEE.

The b.u.mblebee, the b.u.mblebee, He flew to the top of the tulip-tree.

He flew to the top, but he could not stop, For he had to get home to his early tea.

The b.u.mblebee, the b.u.mblebee, He flew away from the tulip-tree; But he made a mistake, and flew into the lake, And he never got home to his early tea.

THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN.

The owl and the eel and the warming-pan, They went to call on the soap-fat man.

The soap-fat man he was not within: He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.

So they all came back by the way of the town, And turned the meeting-house upside down.

YOUNG (ONE)'S NIGHT THOUGHTS.

”Hi!” said the baby.

”Ho!” said the baby.

”Ha!” said the baby, ”I won't go to sleep!

Naughty old mother, You make such a pother, Just for to bother You, awake I will keep.

”Dance!” said the baby.