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Western Sea
Blow low,breath and blow, Wind of the Western Sea,
Over the roaring waters blow, Come from the dying
moon and blow,
Blow him again to me, While my little one,
While my pretty on sleeps, Sleep and rest,sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon, Rest,rest,on mother"s breast,
Father will come to the soon, Father will come to his
babe,
In the nest,silver sails, All out of the west,
Under the silver moon, Sleep my little one,
Sleep
my pretty one sleep. |
MY BED IS LIKE A LITTLE BOAT
My
bed is like a little boat, Nurse helps me in when I embark,
She girds me in my sailor's coat, And starts me in the dark,
At night I go on board, And say good night,
To all my friends on shore, I shut my eyes and sail away,
And see
and hear no more, And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have do, Perhaps a slice of wedding cake,
Perhaps
a toy or two. All night across the dark we steer,
But when the day returns at last, Safe in my room,beside the peir,
I
find my vessel fast.
"BINDI'S PETS"
WORMS
When the earth is turning Spring, The worms are bad as anything,
And birds come flying all around, To eat the worms right off the ground,
They like worms just as much as I, Like bread
and milk and apple pie,
And once when I was very young, I put a worm right on my tounge,
I did'nt like the taste of
it And So I did not swallow it,
But oh it makes my mother squirm, Because she thinks I ate that worm
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