Ο KEEPSAKE MILL VER the borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, Out through the breach in the wall of the garden, Down by the banks of the river, we go. Here is the mill with the humming of thunder, Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller, Years may go by, and the wheel in the river Home from the Indies and home from the ocean, You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled, EVE SYSTEM I say, VERY night my prayers The child that is not clean and neat, THE SUN'S TRAVELS HE sun is not abed, when I THE At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at home, in shining day, And when at eve I rise from tea, MY BED IS A 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 sometimes things to bed I take, All night across the dark we steer; L FOREIGN CHILDREN ITTLE Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me? You have seen the scarlet trees And the lions over seas; You have eaten ostrich eggs, And turned the turtles off their legs. Such a life is very fine, But it's not so nice as mine: Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me! GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN HILDREN, you are very little, CH And your bones are very brittle; If you would grow great and stately, You must try to walk sedately. You must still be bright and quiet, Happy hearts and happy faces, But the unkind and the unruly, Cruel children, crying babies, MY SHIP AND I H, it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship, OF Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond; And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about; But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out How to send my vessel sailing on beyond. For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm, And the dolly I intend to come alive; And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go, It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow, And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive. |