TH The birds are sleeping sound; 'Tis time to say to all, "Good night!" And give a kiss all round. Good night, my father, mother dear, Now kiss your little son; Good night! My friends, both far and near, Good night to every one. Good night! Ye merry, merry birds, Sleep well till morning light; CH. LIT. I.-9 Perhaps if you could sing in words, To all my pretty flowers, good night! And all the stars that shine so bright, The moon is lighting up the skies, This is the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That worried the cat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the man all tattered and torn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the priest all shaven and shorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That worried the cat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER SABINE BARING GOULD OW the day is over, Now Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. Now the darkness gathers, Stars begin to peep, Birds and beasts and flowers Soon will be asleep. Through the long night watches May Thine angels spread |