A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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JANUARY 1st, 1883.
If you're waking, call me early,
Call me early, mother dear,
That I may be up and well prepared
To welcome the new-born year;
Set the alarm at nine, mother,
And call me at nine, my dear,
For I'm to receive this year, mother,
I'm to receive this year.
Call me early, mother dear,
That I may be up and well prepared
To welcome the new-born year;
Set the alarm at nine, mother,
And call me at nine, my dear,
For I'm to receive this year, mother,
I'm to receive this year.
Here are my striped hose, mother,
Here are my ribbons gay,
Here are my lavender kids, mother,
Here is my white pekay;
Here is my princess basque, mother,
And here is the rest of the gear,
I'm so happy I cannot sleep, mother,
For I'm to receive this year!
Here are my ribbons gay,
Here are my lavender kids, mother,
Here is my white pekay;
Here is my princess basque, mother,
And here is the rest of the gear,
I'm so happy I cannot sleep, mother,
For I'm to receive this year!
Have you got the jellies made, mother,
Are all the sweetmeats fixed?
Are the punch and the nogg prepared, mother,
And the champagne cocktails mixed?
I'm afraid there will be a hitch, mother,
When the guests are gathering here,
I tremble and cannot sleep, mother,
For I'm to receive this year.
Are all the sweetmeats fixed?
Are the punch and the nogg prepared, mother,
And the champagne cocktails mixed?
I'm afraid there will be a hitch, mother,
When the guests are gathering here,
I tremble and cannot sleep, mother,
For I'm to receive this year.
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