Part 4 (2/2)
”Scratched off bofe my fums!”
_Shoulder arms!_ Here at last, Round my neck they close.
Poor little soldier boy Off to quarters goes.
BABY BO.
Fly away, fly away, Birdie oh!
Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
Bring him a feather and bring him a song, And sing to him sweetly all the day long.
Hoppety, kickety, Gra.s.shopper oh!
Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
Bring him a thistle and bring him a thorn, Hop over his head and then be gone.
Howlibus, gowlibus, Doggibus oh!
Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
Bring him a snarl and bring him a snap, And bring him a posy to put in his cap.
Twinkily, winkily, Firefly oh!
Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
Bring him a moonbeam and bring him a star, Then twinkily, winkily, fly away far.
THE DIFFERENCE.
Eight fingers, Ten toes, Two eyes, And one nose.
Baby said When she smelt the rose, ”Oh! what a pity I've only one nose!”
Ten teeth In even rows, Three dimples, And one nose.
Baby said When she smelt the snuff, ”Deary me!
One nose is enough.”
LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN.
Little John Bottlejohn lived on the hill, And a blithe little man was he.
And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid Who lived in the deep blue sea.
And every evening she used to sit And sing on the rocks by the sea, ”Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn, Won't you come out to me?”
Little John Bottlejohn heard her song, And he opened his little door.
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