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"Milk o! Milk o!"Each morn she cries,And little sleepersOpe their eyes,And wonder if pure milk is soldBy Betty here, for they've been toldThat London milk(How people talk!)Is only waterMixed with chalk!
"Milk o! Milk o!"Each morn she cries,And little sleepersOpe their eyes,And wonder if pure milk is soldBy Betty here, for they've been toldThat London milk(How people talk!)Is only waterMixed with chalk!
"Milk o! Milk o!"Each morn she cries,And little sleepersOpe their eyes,And wonder if pure milk is soldBy Betty here, for they've been toldThat London milk(How people talk!)Is only waterMixed with chalk!
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You've heard about the muffin man,the muffin man, the muffin man,You've heard about the muffin manwho lives in Drury Lane?Well, here you see that muffin man—that celebrated muffin man,And if you try his muffins, you'll be sure to buy again.
You've heard about the muffin man,the muffin man, the muffin man,You've heard about the muffin manwho lives in Drury Lane?Well, here you see that muffin man—that celebrated muffin man,And if you try his muffins, you'll be sure to buy again.
You've heard about the muffin man,the muffin man, the muffin man,You've heard about the muffin manwho lives in Drury Lane?Well, here you see that muffin man—that celebrated muffin man,And if you try his muffins, you'll be sure to buy again.
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If you wanted a boy to polish your shoes,Which of these two, do you think, you would choose?They were once "Street Arabs," hungry, ill-clad,And in very sore danger of going to the bad;But now!—one might think that their fortunes were made,They're so proud to belong to the Shoeblack Brigade.
If you wanted a boy to polish your shoes,Which of these two, do you think, you would choose?
If you wanted a boy to polish your shoes,Which of these two, do you think, you would choose?
They were once "Street Arabs," hungry, ill-clad,And in very sore danger of going to the bad;But now!—one might think that their fortunes were made,They're so proud to belong to the Shoeblack Brigade.
They were once "Street Arabs," hungry, ill-clad,And in very sore danger of going to the bad;But now!—one might think that their fortunes were made,They're so proud to belong to the Shoeblack Brigade.
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If you should pass through Newgate Street,Bareheaded boys with coats of blue,Among the crowd you're sure to meet—And all with yellow stockings too.Their coats are long as well as blue,And when at football they do play,They find them rather heavy too,So tuck them up out of the way.In Christchurch passage will be foundThe entrance to the School; and thoughIt looks so quiet, all aroundWe hear the crowd go to and fro.Above the doorway there you seeThe Boy King's statue:—Would you knowWho founded this great school? 'Twas he,More than three hundred years ago.
If you should pass through Newgate Street,Bareheaded boys with coats of blue,Among the crowd you're sure to meet—And all with yellow stockings too.Their coats are long as well as blue,And when at football they do play,They find them rather heavy too,So tuck them up out of the way.In Christchurch passage will be foundThe entrance to the School; and thoughIt looks so quiet, all aroundWe hear the crowd go to and fro.Above the doorway there you seeThe Boy King's statue:—Would you knowWho founded this great school? 'Twas he,More than three hundred years ago.
If you should pass through Newgate Street,Bareheaded boys with coats of blue,Among the crowd you're sure to meet—And all with yellow stockings too.
Their coats are long as well as blue,And when at football they do play,They find them rather heavy too,So tuck them up out of the way.
In Christchurch passage will be foundThe entrance to the School; and thoughIt looks so quiet, all aroundWe hear the crowd go to and fro.
Above the doorway there you seeThe Boy King's statue:—Would you knowWho founded this great school? 'Twas he,More than three hundred years ago.
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Christ's hospital
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In the famous GuildhallMayor and Alderman allMeet to banquet and feast,And it's whispered that theyAren't inclined in the leastFrom the table to stray:For they're fond of good cheer,And they meet with it here,Where the wineIs so fine,And still better than that,Where the turtle's rich fatTempts the guests when they dine.Turtle soup's very good,And a favourite food,With the banqueters allWho frequent the Guildhall.
In the famous GuildhallMayor and Alderman allMeet to banquet and feast,And it's whispered that theyAren't inclined in the leastFrom the table to stray:For they're fond of good cheer,And they meet with it here,Where the wineIs so fine,And still better than that,Where the turtle's rich fatTempts the guests when they dine.Turtle soup's very good,And a favourite food,With the banqueters allWho frequent the Guildhall.
In the famous GuildhallMayor and Alderman allMeet to banquet and feast,And it's whispered that theyAren't inclined in the leastFrom the table to stray:For they're fond of good cheer,And they meet with it here,Where the wineIs so fine,And still better than that,Where the turtle's rich fatTempts the guests when they dine.Turtle soup's very good,And a favourite food,With the banqueters allWho frequent the Guildhall.
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Two giants so tallGuard the famous Guildhall.(Gog is one, and the otherIs Magog his brother.)Well, these giants so tallWatch the feast, but can't callFor a crumb,As they're dumb,And not living at all!Else 'twould seem scarcely fair,That when good things were by,Gog and Magog should stareFrom their pedestals high,For if placed at a tableAt least they'd look able,To dine there and thenLike two live Aldermen!
Two giants so tallGuard the famous Guildhall.(Gog is one, and the otherIs Magog his brother.)Well, these giants so tallWatch the feast, but can't callFor a crumb,As they're dumb,And not living at all!Else 'twould seem scarcely fair,That when good things were by,Gog and Magog should stareFrom their pedestals high,For if placed at a tableAt least they'd look able,To dine there and thenLike two live Aldermen!
Two giants so tallGuard the famous Guildhall.(Gog is one, and the otherIs Magog his brother.)Well, these giants so tallWatch the feast, but can't callFor a crumb,As they're dumb,And not living at all!Else 'twould seem scarcely fair,That when good things were by,Gog and Magog should stareFrom their pedestals high,For if placed at a tableAt least they'd look able,To dine there and thenLike two live Aldermen!
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He calls "Meat, meat!"All down the street;And dogs "bow-wow,"And cats "mi-ow,"While kittens slyCome purring by,As if to say—"Do serve us, pray,The first of all,For we're so small."The man throws bitsOf meat to kits,And cats, and dogs;Then on he jogs,And down the streetStill cries "Meat, meat!"
He calls "Meat, meat!"All down the street;And dogs "bow-wow,"And cats "mi-ow,"While kittens slyCome purring by,As if to say—"Do serve us, pray,The first of all,For we're so small."The man throws bitsOf meat to kits,And cats, and dogs;Then on he jogs,And down the streetStill cries "Meat, meat!"
He calls "Meat, meat!"All down the street;And dogs "bow-wow,"And cats "mi-ow,"While kittens slyCome purring by,As if to say—"Do serve us, pray,The first of all,For we're so small."The man throws bitsOf meat to kits,And cats, and dogs;Then on he jogs,And down the streetStill cries "Meat, meat!"
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Policeman A, Policeman B,Likewise Policemen C and D—All in a row, sedate and slow,Away to their beats, tramp! tramp! they go.Now the first is beloved by Ann the cook,And his manly face has a bashful look,As he thinks, with a sigh, of the beer and the pieHe has had from those area steps close by.And here are three housemaids trim and slim;Mr. B. knows Betty is fond of him;But Policeman C loves Cicely,And Dolly's engaged to Policeman D.
Policeman A, Policeman B,Likewise Policemen C and D—All in a row, sedate and slow,Away to their beats, tramp! tramp! they go.Now the first is beloved by Ann the cook,And his manly face has a bashful look,As he thinks, with a sigh, of the beer and the pieHe has had from those area steps close by.And here are three housemaids trim and slim;Mr. B. knows Betty is fond of him;But Policeman C loves Cicely,And Dolly's engaged to Policeman D.
Policeman A, Policeman B,Likewise Policemen C and D—All in a row, sedate and slow,Away to their beats, tramp! tramp! they go.
Now the first is beloved by Ann the cook,And his manly face has a bashful look,As he thinks, with a sigh, of the beer and the pieHe has had from those area steps close by.
And here are three housemaids trim and slim;Mr. B. knows Betty is fond of him;But Policeman C loves Cicely,And Dolly's engaged to Policeman D.
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In Guildford Street, great London Town,Is a Nursery, bigger than ever has been:When each child grows up and leaves its walls,Another new baby that day is seenIn the Foundling cots. Each little babeHas no baby sister or baby brother,And never shall know the anxious careAnd tender touch of a loving mother.But "Our Father," who gives their "daily bread"To all of His creatures, caused kindly menTo build this home for famishing babesFrom many a poverty-stricken den:And here they are fed, and clothed, and taught,And lift their voices in prayer and praise;And here every Sunday the people flockTo hear the Anthem the Foundlings raise.
In Guildford Street, great London Town,Is a Nursery, bigger than ever has been:When each child grows up and leaves its walls,Another new baby that day is seenIn the Foundling cots. Each little babeHas no baby sister or baby brother,And never shall know the anxious careAnd tender touch of a loving mother.But "Our Father," who gives their "daily bread"To all of His creatures, caused kindly menTo build this home for famishing babesFrom many a poverty-stricken den:And here they are fed, and clothed, and taught,And lift their voices in prayer and praise;And here every Sunday the people flockTo hear the Anthem the Foundlings raise.
In Guildford Street, great London Town,Is a Nursery, bigger than ever has been:When each child grows up and leaves its walls,Another new baby that day is seenIn the Foundling cots. Each little babeHas no baby sister or baby brother,And never shall know the anxious careAnd tender touch of a loving mother.But "Our Father," who gives their "daily bread"To all of His creatures, caused kindly menTo build this home for famishing babesFrom many a poverty-stricken den:And here they are fed, and clothed, and taught,And lift their voices in prayer and praise;And here every Sunday the people flockTo hear the Anthem the Foundlings raise.
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After chapel,See them allAssembled inThe DINING HALL.
After chapel,See them allAssembled inThe DINING HALL.
After chapel,See them allAssembled inThe DINING HALL.
The bugle soundsE'er grace is sung,—Then fork and spoonAnd lip and tongueClatter, chatter,—Such a noise!Oh! such happyGirls and boys.
The bugle soundsE'er grace is sung,—Then fork and spoonAnd lip and tongue
The bugle soundsE'er grace is sung,—Then fork and spoonAnd lip and tongue
Clatter, chatter,—Such a noise!Oh! such happyGirls and boys.
Clatter, chatter,—Such a noise!Oh! such happyGirls and boys.
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"Flowers sweet and fair, Sir,Flowers that anyPrincess might wear, Sir—A bunch for a penny!"Many a bunchMust the flower-woman sell,To buy food for herself,And her children as well.Upon the broad EmbankmentYou'll find a curious sight,—The children play around itFrom morning until night;And crowds of grown-up peopleCome here to see it too,'Tis Cleopatra's NeedleFolks gather thus to view.In Mother's pretty work-boxThere's no such needle shown;This needle, brought from Egypt,Is nothing but a stone.How silently it watchesOld Thames go gliding by!"You're very old," the River says,"But not so old as I."Think you it longs for Egypt,This wondrous solemn stone,That stands and gazes at usEach day so sad and lone?Ah yes! when London's sleeping,If monuments can dream,It longs for Egypt's palm-trees,And Nile's slow murmuring stream.
"Flowers sweet and fair, Sir,Flowers that anyPrincess might wear, Sir—A bunch for a penny!"Many a bunchMust the flower-woman sell,To buy food for herself,And her children as well.
"Flowers sweet and fair, Sir,Flowers that anyPrincess might wear, Sir—A bunch for a penny!"Many a bunchMust the flower-woman sell,To buy food for herself,And her children as well.
Upon the broad EmbankmentYou'll find a curious sight,—The children play around itFrom morning until night;And crowds of grown-up peopleCome here to see it too,'Tis Cleopatra's NeedleFolks gather thus to view.In Mother's pretty work-boxThere's no such needle shown;This needle, brought from Egypt,Is nothing but a stone.How silently it watchesOld Thames go gliding by!"You're very old," the River says,"But not so old as I."Think you it longs for Egypt,This wondrous solemn stone,That stands and gazes at usEach day so sad and lone?Ah yes! when London's sleeping,If monuments can dream,It longs for Egypt's palm-trees,And Nile's slow murmuring stream.
Upon the broad EmbankmentYou'll find a curious sight,—The children play around itFrom morning until night;And crowds of grown-up peopleCome here to see it too,'Tis Cleopatra's NeedleFolks gather thus to view.
In Mother's pretty work-boxThere's no such needle shown;This needle, brought from Egypt,Is nothing but a stone.How silently it watchesOld Thames go gliding by!"You're very old," the River says,"But not so old as I."
Think you it longs for Egypt,This wondrous solemn stone,That stands and gazes at usEach day so sad and lone?Ah yes! when London's sleeping,If monuments can dream,It longs for Egypt's palm-trees,And Nile's slow murmuring stream.
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Cleopatra's Needle
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"All hot! all hot! come buy!Ten a penny is the price,And if you my chestnuts try,You'll declare they're very nice.See how brightly burns my fire!Hear the chestnuts hiss and crack!Better nuts you can't desireThan these beauties, big and black."All hot!—if you are cold,Have a pennyworth of heat,Something nice and warm to hold,Something nice and warm to eat.Munch your chestnuts up, and then,If your toes want warming too,Say, 'I'll have another ten,Just to warm me through and through."So the cheerful chestnut dameTo each chilly passer calls,As she roasts above the flameFine round nuts like floury balls.Hungry children soon draw near,If a penny they have got,And with warmth and food to cheer,Theybecome "all hot! all hot!"
"All hot! all hot! come buy!Ten a penny is the price,And if you my chestnuts try,You'll declare they're very nice.See how brightly burns my fire!Hear the chestnuts hiss and crack!Better nuts you can't desireThan these beauties, big and black.
"All hot! all hot! come buy!Ten a penny is the price,And if you my chestnuts try,You'll declare they're very nice.See how brightly burns my fire!Hear the chestnuts hiss and crack!Better nuts you can't desireThan these beauties, big and black.
"All hot!—if you are cold,Have a pennyworth of heat,Something nice and warm to hold,Something nice and warm to eat.Munch your chestnuts up, and then,If your toes want warming too,Say, 'I'll have another ten,Just to warm me through and through."So the cheerful chestnut dameTo each chilly passer calls,As she roasts above the flameFine round nuts like floury balls.Hungry children soon draw near,If a penny they have got,And with warmth and food to cheer,Theybecome "all hot! all hot!"
"All hot!—if you are cold,Have a pennyworth of heat,Something nice and warm to hold,Something nice and warm to eat.Munch your chestnuts up, and then,If your toes want warming too,Say, 'I'll have another ten,Just to warm me through and through."
So the cheerful chestnut dameTo each chilly passer calls,As she roasts above the flameFine round nuts like floury balls.Hungry children soon draw near,If a penny they have got,And with warmth and food to cheer,Theybecome "all hot! all hot!"
So the cheerful chestnut dameTo each chilly passer calls,As she roasts above the flameFine round nuts like floury balls.Hungry children soon draw near,If a penny they have got,And with warmth and food to cheer,Theybecome "all hot! all hot!"
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The fifth of November they bid you remember,These bright little boys with the funny old Guy.In his chair up and down he'll be borne through the town,Then burned in a bonfire he'll be by-and-by.
The fifth of November they bid you remember,These bright little boys with the funny old Guy.In his chair up and down he'll be borne through the town,Then burned in a bonfire he'll be by-and-by.
The fifth of November they bid you remember,These bright little boys with the funny old Guy.In his chair up and down he'll be borne through the town,Then burned in a bonfire he'll be by-and-by.
All those who remember the fifth of NovemberSome money will give to the boys with the Guy.If all gave a penny, I wonder how manyWheels, crackers, and squibs they'd be able to buy?
All those who remember the fifth of NovemberSome money will give to the boys with the Guy.If all gave a penny, I wonder how manyWheels, crackers, and squibs they'd be able to buy?
All those who remember the fifth of NovemberSome money will give to the boys with the Guy.If all gave a penny, I wonder how manyWheels, crackers, and squibs they'd be able to buy?
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Little sick Tommy,What trouble he's had—Medicine and blisters!His cough wassobad!Now he is better:He soon will be well,And go back to Mother,With stories to tell,Of softly recliningOn pillows of down,—Of Mary his nurseIn her pretty blue gown,Of the doctor so gentle,The other sick boys,And oh! a whole shopfulOf beautiful toys!
Little sick Tommy,What trouble he's had—Medicine and blisters!His cough wassobad!Now he is better:He soon will be well,And go back to Mother,With stories to tell,Of softly recliningOn pillows of down,—Of Mary his nurseIn her pretty blue gown,Of the doctor so gentle,The other sick boys,And oh! a whole shopfulOf beautiful toys!
Little sick Tommy,What trouble he's had—Medicine and blisters!His cough wassobad!
Now he is better:He soon will be well,And go back to Mother,With stories to tell,
Of softly recliningOn pillows of down,—Of Mary his nurseIn her pretty blue gown,
Of the doctor so gentle,The other sick boys,And oh! a whole shopfulOf beautiful toys!
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Here's my Happy Family,Little folks, as you may see:Cats who fight, but just in fun,Mice who up the flag-staff run,Paroquet, canaries too,—Now, my dears, 'twixt me and you,Girls and boys who scold and tease,Might a lesson learn from theseBirds and beasts who all agreeIn my Happy Family.
Here's my Happy Family,Little folks, as you may see:Cats who fight, but just in fun,Mice who up the flag-staff run,Paroquet, canaries too,—
Here's my Happy Family,Little folks, as you may see:Cats who fight, but just in fun,Mice who up the flag-staff run,Paroquet, canaries too,—
Now, my dears, 'twixt me and you,Girls and boys who scold and tease,Might a lesson learn from theseBirds and beasts who all agreeIn my Happy Family.
Now, my dears, 'twixt me and you,Girls and boys who scold and tease,Might a lesson learn from theseBirds and beasts who all agreeIn my Happy Family.
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He is weak and old, and he feels the cold,But a nice clean path he keeps,For passengers all, both great and small,As the mud to each side he sweeps.The people stare, in London Town,At his turban rare, and his face so brown,But the poor old Hindoo does not mind,So long as a coin for him they find.And he nods and smiles, as he sweeps away,As if to the passer-by he'd say,—"Think of your shining boots and shoes,And a copper to me you can't refuse.For each penny I get I sweep the faster—Ah! thank you,Thank you,Kind young master!"
He is weak and old, and he feels the cold,But a nice clean path he keeps,For passengers all, both great and small,As the mud to each side he sweeps.The people stare, in London Town,At his turban rare, and his face so brown,But the poor old Hindoo does not mind,So long as a coin for him they find.And he nods and smiles, as he sweeps away,As if to the passer-by he'd say,—"Think of your shining boots and shoes,And a copper to me you can't refuse.For each penny I get I sweep the faster—Ah! thank you,Thank you,Kind young master!"
He is weak and old, and he feels the cold,But a nice clean path he keeps,For passengers all, both great and small,As the mud to each side he sweeps.The people stare, in London Town,At his turban rare, and his face so brown,But the poor old Hindoo does not mind,So long as a coin for him they find.And he nods and smiles, as he sweeps away,As if to the passer-by he'd say,—"Think of your shining boots and shoes,And a copper to me you can't refuse.For each penny I get I sweep the faster—Ah! thank you,Thank you,Kind young master!"
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Have you a penny? well then, stay!Haven't you any? don't go away!Punch holds receptions all through the day,Squeaking aloud to gather a crowd,Scolding at Toby, beating his Wife,Frightening the Constable out of his life,And making jokes in a terrible passion,As is Mr. Punch's peculiar fashion;For this is his old, delightful planOf getting as many pence as he can.Then away he'll jog,With his Wife and his Dog,New folks to meetIn the very next street.
Have you a penny? well then, stay!Haven't you any? don't go away!Punch holds receptions all through the day,Squeaking aloud to gather a crowd,Scolding at Toby, beating his Wife,Frightening the Constable out of his life,And making jokes in a terrible passion,As is Mr. Punch's peculiar fashion;For this is his old, delightful planOf getting as many pence as he can.Then away he'll jog,With his Wife and his Dog,New folks to meetIn the very next street.
Have you a penny? well then, stay!Haven't you any? don't go away!Punch holds receptions all through the day,Squeaking aloud to gather a crowd,Scolding at Toby, beating his Wife,Frightening the Constable out of his life,And making jokes in a terrible passion,As is Mr. Punch's peculiar fashion;For this is his old, delightful planOf getting as many pence as he can.Then away he'll jog,With his Wife and his Dog,New folks to meetIn the very next street.
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Tell me, rosy little boy,Listen, little maiden, too,Do you love a fine new toy?Yes, you say, of course you do.Then your thought to Mother tell,And she'll take her little maid,And her little boy as well,To this wonderful Arcade.Active apes that climb up sticks,Swords and guns and trumpets bright,Wooden horses, wooden bricks,Big fat lambs with fleeces white,Dolls that smile and dolls that cry,Soldiers ready for parade,All are here for you to buy,In this wonderful Arcade.Toys are hanging up on strings,Toys are laid in tempting rows,And each shop with pretty thingsIs so crammed it overflows.Little girls and little boysOft are puzzled, we're afraid,Which to choose of all the toysIn this wonderful Arcade.
Tell me, rosy little boy,Listen, little maiden, too,Do you love a fine new toy?Yes, you say, of course you do.Then your thought to Mother tell,And she'll take her little maid,And her little boy as well,To this wonderful Arcade.Active apes that climb up sticks,Swords and guns and trumpets bright,Wooden horses, wooden bricks,Big fat lambs with fleeces white,Dolls that smile and dolls that cry,Soldiers ready for parade,All are here for you to buy,In this wonderful Arcade.Toys are hanging up on strings,Toys are laid in tempting rows,And each shop with pretty thingsIs so crammed it overflows.Little girls and little boysOft are puzzled, we're afraid,Which to choose of all the toysIn this wonderful Arcade.
Tell me, rosy little boy,Listen, little maiden, too,Do you love a fine new toy?Yes, you say, of course you do.Then your thought to Mother tell,And she'll take her little maid,And her little boy as well,To this wonderful Arcade.
Active apes that climb up sticks,Swords and guns and trumpets bright,Wooden horses, wooden bricks,Big fat lambs with fleeces white,Dolls that smile and dolls that cry,Soldiers ready for parade,All are here for you to buy,In this wonderful Arcade.
Toys are hanging up on strings,Toys are laid in tempting rows,And each shop with pretty thingsIs so crammed it overflows.Little girls and little boysOft are puzzled, we're afraid,Which to choose of all the toysIn this wonderful Arcade.
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The Lowther Arcade
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Off to bed the pets must flock.Look! it's nearly eight o'clock.
Off to bed the pets must flock.Look! it's nearly eight o'clock.
Off to bed the pets must flock.Look! it's nearly eight o'clock.
Baby's sleepy, so is Claire—"Ah!" says Mother on the stair,To little folks that yawn and blink,"The dustman's coming, I should think."
Baby's sleepy, so is Claire—"Ah!" says Mother on the stair,To little folks that yawn and blink,"The dustman's coming, I should think."
Baby's sleepy, so is Claire—"Ah!" says Mother on the stair,To little folks that yawn and blink,"The dustman's coming, I should think."
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Mother's right, for sure enoughHere's the dustman, strong and bluff."Dust ho! dust ho!" hear his cry,As the dust-cart rumbles by.
Mother's right, for sure enoughHere's the dustman, strong and bluff."Dust ho! dust ho!" hear his cry,As the dust-cart rumbles by.
Mother's right, for sure enoughHere's the dustman, strong and bluff."Dust ho! dust ho!" hear his cry,As the dust-cart rumbles by.
The dustman home is going soon,For there you see the rising moon.And sleepy Claire, in cot so white,Thinks that his cry must mean "Good Night."
The dustman home is going soon,For there you see the rising moon.And sleepy Claire, in cot so white,Thinks that his cry must mean "Good Night."
The dustman home is going soon,For there you see the rising moon.And sleepy Claire, in cot so white,Thinks that his cry must mean "Good Night."
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