Jenny blush'd behind her fan,

and thus declared her mind : Since, dearest Bob, I love you well,

I'll take your offer kind;

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DANCE, little baby,

dance up high; Never mind, baby,

mother is by; Crow and caper, caper

and crow. There, little baby,

there you go Up to the ceiling,

Down to the ground, Backwards and forwards,

round and round: Dance, little baby,

mother will sing, With the merry carol,

ding, ding, ding.