My Little Doll Rose
I have a little doll;I take care of her clothes;She has soft flaxen hair;And her name it is Rose.
She has pretty blue eyes,And a very small nose,And a cunning little mouth;My dear little Rose.
I have a little sofaWhere my doll may repose,Or sit up like a lady;My knowing little Rose.
My doll can move her arms,And stand upon her toes;Or make a pretty curtesy,My funny little Rose.
“How old is your dolly?”Very young I suppose,For she cannot go alone,My precious little Rose.
Indeed I cannot tell,In poetry or prose,How beautiful she is,My darling little Rose.
BUTTERFLIES ARE PRETTY THINGS.
“Butterflies are pretty things,Prettier than you or I;See the colors on his wings;Who would hurt a butterfly?”
“Softly, softly, girls and boys;He’ll come near us by and by;Here he is, don’t make a noise;—We’ll not hurt you, butterfly.”
Not to hurt a living thing,Let all little children try;See, again he’s on the wing;Good by! pretty butterfly!
OLD NURSEY.
O, here is papa,With Edward and Jane,Come to see good old Nursey,Who lives in the lane.
She’s the best of all Nurseys,And Edward and JaneLove dearly good Nursey,Who lives in the lane.
“Here’s the hen and her chickens,”Says Edward to Jane,“And here’s Nursey’s pussy,That lives in the lane.”
Nurse gave a good hugTo Edward and Jane,And told them a storyAs long as the lane.
They said, “Good by Nursey.”She said “Come againTo see poor old Nursey,Who lives in the lane”
THE SUN IS UP.
The sun is up, the sun is up,Sing merrily we, the sun is up.The birds they sing,Upon the wing,Hey nony nony no.
The pigeons coo,The moolies moo,Hey troli-loli lo.The sun is up, the sun is up,Sing merrily we, the sun is up.
The horses neigh,The young lambs play,Hey nony nony no.The bees they hum,O, quickly come!Hey troli-loli lo.The sun is up, the sun is up,Sing merrily we, the sun is up.
The morning hours,The dewy flowers,Hey nony nony no,And all we meetAre fresh and sweet,Hey troli-loli lo.The sun is up, the sun is up,Sing merrily we, the sun is up.
Then, sleepy heads,All leave your beds!Hey nony nony no.For every thingDoth sweetly singHey troli-loli lo.The sun is up, the sun is up,Sing merrily we, the sun is up.