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Page 4 - I'm only telling you What the old Dutch clock declares is true!) The Chinese plate looked very blue, And wailed, "Oh, dear! -what shall we do!" But the gingham dog and the calico cat Wallowed this way and tumbled that, Employing every tooth and claw . . . In the awfullest way you ever saw— And, oh! how the gingham and calico flew! (Don't...
Page 13 - Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging — Swinging the nest where her little one lies. Away out yonder I see a star, — Silvery star with a tinkling song ; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling — Calling and tinkling the night along. In through the window a moonbeam comes, — Little gold moonbeam with misty wings ; All silently creeping, it asks, " Is he sleeping — Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings...
Page 67 - WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. " Where are you going, and what do you wish ?" The old moon asked the three. " We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we ! " Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Page 2 - Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little Boy Blue Since he kissed them and put them there.
Page 13 - ... a chocolate cat, And a gingerbread dog prowls below — And this is the way you contrive to get at Those sugar-plums tempting you so: You say but the word to that gingerbread dog, And he barks with such terrible zest That the chocolate cat is at once all agog, As her swelling proportions attest. And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around From this leafy limb unto that, And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground — Hurrah for that chocolate cat!
Page 111 - Nd / havin' my opinyin uv him. Seemed like we knew there wuz goin' to be Serious trouble fr me 'nd him; Us two shuck hands, did Jim 'nd me, But never a word from me or Jim! He went his way 'nd / went mine, 'Nd into the battle's roar went we, — / havin' my opinyin uv Jim, 'Nd he havin' his opinyin uv me. Jim never came back from the war again, But I hain't forgot that last, last night When, waitin' fr orders, us two men Made up 'nd shuck hands, afore the fight.
Page 1 - The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 68 - t was a dream they 'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea — But I shall name you the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Page 103 - I'm as good as I kin be! Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat; First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at! Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide, 'Long comes the grocery cart, an
Page 43 - Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep ; " He rustles his wings, and gruffly sings : " Sleep, little one, sleep." On yonder mountain-side a vine Clings at the foot of a mother pine ; The tree bends over the trembling thing, And only the vine can hear her sing : " Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep ; What shall you fear when I am here ? Sleep, little one, sleep.