Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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Good Mamma.
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Good Mamma.
Love, come and sit upon my knee,
And give me kisses, one, two, three,
And tell me whether you love me,
My baby.
And give me kisses, one, two, three,
And tell me whether you love me,
My baby.
For this I'm sure, that I love you,
And many, many things I do,
And all day long I sit and sew
For baby.
And many, many things I do,
And all day long I sit and sew
For baby.
And then at night I lie awake,
Thinking of things that I can make,
And trouble that I mean to take
For baby.
Thinking of things that I can make,
And trouble that I mean to take
For baby.
And when you're good and do not cry,
Nor into wicked passions fly,
You can't think how papa and I
Love baby.
Nor into wicked passions fly,
You can't think how papa and I
Love baby.
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But if my little girl should grow
To be a naughty child, I know,
'Twould grieve mamma to serve her so,
My baby.
To be a naughty child, I know,
'Twould grieve mamma to serve her so,
My baby.
And when you saw me pale and thin,
By grieving for my baby's sin,
I think you'd wish that you had been
A better baby.
By grieving for my baby's sin,
I think you'd wish that you had been
A better baby.
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