Songs for little people | ||
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THE MAKESHIFT
Tired, darling?
Come and rest
That tangled mop
On Auntie's breast!
Come and rest
That tangled mop
On Auntie's breast!
She does not know
I have, at best,
A make-believe
For mother's breast.
I have, at best,
A make-believe
For mother's breast.
Oh, never was
So sweet a guest
To touch the heart
In Auntie's breast!
So sweet a guest
To touch the heart
In Auntie's breast!
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My precious bird,
Be this thy nest;
And fall asleep
On Auntie's breast.
Be this thy nest;
And fall asleep
On Auntie's breast.
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