Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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The little Child.
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The little Child.
I'm a very little child,
Only just have learn'd to speak;
So I should be very mild,
Very tractable and meek.
Only just have learn'd to speak;
So I should be very mild,
Very tractable and meek.
If my dear mamma were gone,
I should perish soon, and die,
When she left me all alone,
Such a little thing as I!
I should perish soon, and die,
When she left me all alone,
Such a little thing as I!
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Oh, what service can I do,
To repay her for her care?
For I cannot even sew,
Nor make any thing I wear.
To repay her for her care?
For I cannot even sew,
Nor make any thing I wear.
Oh then, I will always try
To be very good and mild;
Never now be cross and cry,
Like a little fretful child.
To be very good and mild;
Never now be cross and cry,
Like a little fretful child.
For I often cry and fret,
And my dear mamma I tease;
Often vex her, while I sit
Dandled pretty on her knees.
And my dear mamma I tease;
Often vex her, while I sit
Dandled pretty on her knees.
Oh, how can I serve her so,
Such a good mamma as this!
Round her neck my arms I'll throw,
And her gentle cheeks I'll kiss.
Such a good mamma as this!
Round her neck my arms I'll throw,
And her gentle cheeks I'll kiss.
Then I'll tell her, that I will
Try not any more to fret her,
And as I grow older still,
I hope that I shall serve her better.
Try not any more to fret her,
And as I grow older still,
I hope that I shall serve her better.
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