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Ding, dong!

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Tell us, year, before you go,—
Ding, dong! Ding, dong!
Why at last you hurry so,
Though at first so very slow?
Ding, dong! Ding, dong!

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Can't you wait a little longer,
Till the baby year gets stronger?
Ding, dong! Ding, dong! Ding, dong! Ding, dong!

2.

Why can't years come back again,
Ding, dong! Ding, dong!
Just the same as they have been?
Ding, dong! Ding, dong!
Big folks say 't would never do,
None would live the past anew;
But I'd like it, wouldn't you?
Ding, dong! Ding, dong! Ding, dong! Ding, dong! Ding, dong! Ding, dong!

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The Sweet, Red Rose.

1.

“Good-morrow, little rosebush,
Now prithee tell me true,
To be as sweet, as a sweet, red rose,
What must a body do?”.

2.

“To be as sweet as a sweet, red rose,

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A little girl like you
Just grows, and grows, and grows, and grows—
And that's what she must do.

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Good news on Christmas morning.

1.

Good news on Christmas morning,
Good news, O children dear!
For Christ, once born in Bethlehem,
Is living now, and here!

2.

Good news on Christmas morning,
Good news, O children sweet!
The way to find the Holy Child
Is lighted for your feet.

3.

Good news on Christmas morning,
Good news, O children glad!
Rare gifts are yours to give the Lord
As ever Wise Men had.

4.

Good news on Christmas morning,
Good news, O children fair!
Still doth the one Good Shepherd hold

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The feeblest in his care.

5.

Thank God on Christmas morning,
Thank God, O children dear!
That Christ who came to Bethlehem,
Is living now, and here.

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Little Squirrels.

Little squirrels, crack your nuts;
Chip your busy tune;
Sound your merry rutatuts—
Boys are coming soon!
Hide today, and pile today,
Hoard a goodly store;
When the boys are gone away,
You may find no more.

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Hear you not their merry shout,
Song, and happy laughter?
Sure as leaping, boys are out!—
Girls are coming after.
Hide and pile, then, while you may,
Hoard a goodly store;
If the children come this way,
You may find no more.

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Billy Buttercup.

1.

Sweet Billy Buttercup! Pretty little fay!
Riding on the blossoms in the breeze;
Deep in the clover-bloom hiding him away,
Startled at the murmur of the trees.

2.

Children! have you seen him? Shy is he and gay,

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Sunny as the butterflies and bees,
Sweet Billy Buttercup! Pretty little fay!
Riding on the blossoms in the breeze.