Three funny little travellersSet out to leave the town;And all they wore to keep them warmWas one white, ruffled gown.I asked these little travellersIf far they meant to roam.“Oh, no,” they all together said;“We’ll not go far from home.”The first brave one who started outWas our sweet Baby May;She said, “I’m going to By-lo-Land,”In such a sleepy way.The second one, in gown of white,Was Alice, six years old;She said, “I go to Shutty-eye-town,”And on she went, both fast and bold.And Lottie, eldest one of all,Said, “On this road I plod,To 76, Old Blanket street,Bedfordshire, the Land of Nod.”I wondered where these towns could be,When mamma softly said,“Good night, good night, my children dear!Now hurry off tobed!—J. S.
Three funny little travellersSet out to leave the town;And all they wore to keep them warmWas one white, ruffled gown.I asked these little travellersIf far they meant to roam.“Oh, no,” they all together said;“We’ll not go far from home.”The first brave one who started outWas our sweet Baby May;She said, “I’m going to By-lo-Land,”In such a sleepy way.The second one, in gown of white,Was Alice, six years old;She said, “I go to Shutty-eye-town,”And on she went, both fast and bold.And Lottie, eldest one of all,Said, “On this road I plod,To 76, Old Blanket street,Bedfordshire, the Land of Nod.”I wondered where these towns could be,When mamma softly said,“Good night, good night, my children dear!Now hurry off tobed!—J. S.
Three funny little travellersSet out to leave the town;And all they wore to keep them warmWas one white, ruffled gown.
Three funny little travellers
Set out to leave the town;
And all they wore to keep them warm
Was one white, ruffled gown.
I asked these little travellersIf far they meant to roam.“Oh, no,” they all together said;“We’ll not go far from home.”
I asked these little travellers
If far they meant to roam.
“Oh, no,” they all together said;
“We’ll not go far from home.”
The first brave one who started outWas our sweet Baby May;She said, “I’m going to By-lo-Land,”In such a sleepy way.
The first brave one who started out
Was our sweet Baby May;
She said, “I’m going to By-lo-Land,”
In such a sleepy way.
The second one, in gown of white,Was Alice, six years old;She said, “I go to Shutty-eye-town,”And on she went, both fast and bold.
The second one, in gown of white,
Was Alice, six years old;
She said, “I go to Shutty-eye-town,”
And on she went, both fast and bold.
And Lottie, eldest one of all,Said, “On this road I plod,To 76, Old Blanket street,Bedfordshire, the Land of Nod.”
And Lottie, eldest one of all,
Said, “On this road I plod,
To 76, Old Blanket street,
Bedfordshire, the Land of Nod.”
I wondered where these towns could be,When mamma softly said,“Good night, good night, my children dear!Now hurry off tobed!—J. S.
I wondered where these towns could be,
When mamma softly said,
“Good night, good night, my children dear!
Now hurry off tobed!
—J. S.