FOR BETTY.
Whenthe baby eyes are heavy,When the baby feet are sore,When she cannot go a-singingAnd a-springing any more,Then the Baby and her mother,Oh! the happy, happy pair!They turn to seek the shelterOf the Two-shoes Chair.Chorus.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair!Oh! the Two-shoes Chair!’Tis there we seek for pleasure,And ’tis there we hide from care.And all the little troubles,They float away like bubbles,As we sit and rock togetherIn the Two-shoes Chair.Has the dolly’s head been broken?Has the dolly’s frock been torn?Has Johnny gone to play with boys,And left her all forlorn?Still her little heart is cheery,And she yields not to despair;She can always have her mother,And the Two-shoes Chair.Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.When a bump is on her forehead,Or a bruise is on her knee;When the kitten has been horrid,“Just as horrid as can be!”Then she climbs her coign of vantage,And is sure of comfort there,For her mother’s arms are round herIn the Two-shoes Chair.Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.But best of all, when twilightComes softly down the sky,When birds are crooning on the boughTheir “Lulla-lullaby!”When all the stars are readyTo light her to her beddy,’Tis then she loves to lingerIn the Two-shoes Chair.Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.
Whenthe baby eyes are heavy,When the baby feet are sore,When she cannot go a-singingAnd a-springing any more,Then the Baby and her mother,Oh! the happy, happy pair!They turn to seek the shelterOf the Two-shoes Chair.Chorus.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair!Oh! the Two-shoes Chair!’Tis there we seek for pleasure,And ’tis there we hide from care.And all the little troubles,They float away like bubbles,As we sit and rock togetherIn the Two-shoes Chair.Has the dolly’s head been broken?Has the dolly’s frock been torn?Has Johnny gone to play with boys,And left her all forlorn?Still her little heart is cheery,And she yields not to despair;She can always have her mother,And the Two-shoes Chair.Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.When a bump is on her forehead,Or a bruise is on her knee;When the kitten has been horrid,“Just as horrid as can be!”Then she climbs her coign of vantage,And is sure of comfort there,For her mother’s arms are round herIn the Two-shoes Chair.Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.But best of all, when twilightComes softly down the sky,When birds are crooning on the boughTheir “Lulla-lullaby!”When all the stars are readyTo light her to her beddy,’Tis then she loves to lingerIn the Two-shoes Chair.Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.
Whenthe baby eyes are heavy,When the baby feet are sore,When she cannot go a-singingAnd a-springing any more,Then the Baby and her mother,Oh! the happy, happy pair!They turn to seek the shelterOf the Two-shoes Chair.
Whenthe baby eyes are heavy,
When the baby feet are sore,
When she cannot go a-singing
And a-springing any more,
Then the Baby and her mother,
Oh! the happy, happy pair!
They turn to seek the shelter
Of the Two-shoes Chair.
Chorus.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair!Oh! the Two-shoes Chair!’Tis there we seek for pleasure,And ’tis there we hide from care.And all the little troubles,They float away like bubbles,As we sit and rock togetherIn the Two-shoes Chair.
Chorus.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair!
Oh! the Two-shoes Chair!
’Tis there we seek for pleasure,
And ’tis there we hide from care.
And all the little troubles,
They float away like bubbles,
As we sit and rock together
In the Two-shoes Chair.
Has the dolly’s head been broken?Has the dolly’s frock been torn?Has Johnny gone to play with boys,And left her all forlorn?Still her little heart is cheery,And she yields not to despair;She can always have her mother,And the Two-shoes Chair.
Has the dolly’s head been broken?
Has the dolly’s frock been torn?
Has Johnny gone to play with boys,
And left her all forlorn?
Still her little heart is cheery,
And she yields not to despair;
She can always have her mother,
And the Two-shoes Chair.
Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.
Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.
When a bump is on her forehead,Or a bruise is on her knee;When the kitten has been horrid,“Just as horrid as can be!”Then she climbs her coign of vantage,And is sure of comfort there,For her mother’s arms are round herIn the Two-shoes Chair.
When a bump is on her forehead,
Or a bruise is on her knee;
When the kitten has been horrid,
“Just as horrid as can be!”
Then she climbs her coign of vantage,
And is sure of comfort there,
For her mother’s arms are round her
In the Two-shoes Chair.
Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.
Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.
But best of all, when twilightComes softly down the sky,When birds are crooning on the boughTheir “Lulla-lullaby!”When all the stars are readyTo light her to her beddy,’Tis then she loves to lingerIn the Two-shoes Chair.
But best of all, when twilight
Comes softly down the sky,
When birds are crooning on the bough
Their “Lulla-lullaby!”
When all the stars are ready
To light her to her beddy,
’Tis then she loves to linger
In the Two-shoes Chair.
Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.
Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc.