The pipers are not made of pipes, And cowards are not made of cows; And lyres are not made of lies,
While bowers are not made of bows. The wickets are not made of wicks, And candles are not made of cans; And tickets are not made of ticks, While panels are not made of pans. The cattle are not made of cats,
While willows are not made of wills, And battles are not made of bats, And pilgrims not made of grim pills, The cornets are not made of corns, A hotel is not made of a hoe; And hornets are not made of horns, While all poets cannot be Poe.
Christmus comin', Christmus comin',
In de air it soun's a hummin';
I got Christmus in my bones,
Nigger fer de turkey hones.
Wish I was down at camp meetin',
Whar de righteous fokes is greetin'.
Master tell me hoe de taters.
White fokes got such cuyus naters.
Nebber mind, de sun is high,
Mornin' comin' by-an'-by.
In white shirt an' lay-down collar,
Lazy nigger jump an' holler,
Crack his fingers, hoopin', dancin',
Yaller gals all come out prancin',
Mistiss giv' 'em plenty new
Dresses red an' dresses blue.
Turn yo' toes out, walk in line,
Satan see yo all de time.
Settin' watchin' for de sinner.
Had six hundud fer one dinner.
Glory, hallelujah high,
Jesus comin' by-an'-by.
Christmus comin' in de mornin',
Onct a year dat day be dawnin'.
Sinner come an' git yo whippin',
Whisky jug yo done been sippin'.
Kan't yo wait till day is ober?
When yo ken lay down in clober,
Kick yo heels, an' walk in pride,
Eat an' drink an' swell yo side.
Dear little bright-eyed Willie,
Always so full of glee,
Always so very mischievous,
The pride of our home is he.
One bright summer day we found him
Close by the garden wall,
Standing so grave and dignified
Beside a sunflower tall.
His tiny feet he had covered
With the moist and cooling sand;
The stalk of the great, tall sunflower
He grasped with his chubby hand.
When he saw us standing near him,
Gazing so wonderingly
At his babyship, he greeted us
With a merry shout of glee.
We asked our darling what pleased him:
He replied with a face aglow,
"Mamma, I'm going to be a man:
I've planted myself to grow."
He walks beside his mother,
And looks up in her face
With a glow of loving, joyous pride
And a truly royal grace;
He proudly waits upon her-
Would shield her without fear,
The boy who loves his mother well,
Her little cavalier.
To see no tears of sorrow
Upon her loving cheek,
To gain her sweet approving smile,
To hear her softly speak-
Ah, what in all this wide, wide world
Could be to him so dear,
The boy who loves his mother well,
Her little cavalier?
Look for that boy in the future
Among the good and true;
All blessings on the upward way
His feet shall still pursue!
Of robed and crowned and sceptered kings.
He stands the royal peer,
The boy who loves his mother well,
Her noble cavalier.
An old hen sat on turtle's eggs,
And she hatched out goslings three;
Two were turkeys with slender legs,
And one was a bumble bee.
"Very odd children for such a mother!"
Said all the hens to one another.
As soon as you're up shake blanket and sheet;
Better be without shoes than sit with wet feet,
Children, if healthy, are active, not still;
Damp beds and damp clothes will both make you ill.
Eat slowly, and always chew your food well;
Freshen the air in the house where you dwell,
Garments must never be made too tight;
Homes should be healthy, airy and light.
If you wish to be well, as you do, I've no doubt,
Just open the windows before you go out,
Keep your rooms always tidy and clean;
Let dust on furniture never be seen.
Much illness is caused by the want of pure
Now to open the windows be ever your care.
Old rags and old rubbish should never be kept;
People should see that their floors are well swept.
Quick movements in children are healthy and right;
Remember the young cannot thrive without light.
See that the cistern is clean to the brim;
Take care that your dress is all tidy and trim.
Use your nose to find if there be a bad drain;
Very sad are the fevers that come in its train.
Walk as much as you can without feeling fatigue:
Xerxes could walk full many a league.
Your health is your wealth, which your wisdom must keep;
Zeal will help a good cause, and the good you will reap.
Little children, you must seek
Rather to be good than wise,
For the thoughts you do not speak
Shine out in your cheeks and eyes,
you think that you can be Cross or cruel, and look fair, Let me tell you how to see
You are quite mistaken there.
Go and stand before the glass,
And some ugly thought contrive,
And my word will come to pass,
Just as sure as you're alive!
What you have and what you lack,
All the same as what you wear,
You will see reflected back,
So, my little folks, take care!
And not only in the glass
Will your secrets come to view, All beholders, as they pass,
Will perceive and know them, too.
Out of sight, my boys and girls,
Every root of beauty starts;
So think less about your curls,
More about your mind and hearts.
Cherish what is good, and drive
Evil thoughts and feelings far;
For, as sure as you're alive,
You will show for what you are.
Who is it coos just like a dove?
Who is it that we dearly love —
The brightest blessing from above?
Our baby.
While silent watch the angels keep,
Who smiles so sweetly in his sleep,
And oft displays his dimples deep?
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