Book One

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Laidlaw Bros., 1916 - Children - 96 pages
 

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Page 82 - Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky; Hundreds of shells on the shore together; Hundreds of birds that go singing by; Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather. Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn; Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover; Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn; But only one mother the wide world over.
Page 56 - SWEET AND LOW...' Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea. Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go. Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 37 - But the rope would not. She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said, " Rat ! rat ! gnaw rope. Rope won't hang butcher, butcher won't kill ox, ox won't drink water, water won't quench fire, fire won't burn stick, stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig, pig won't get over the stile, and I shan't get home to-night.
Page 39 - As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill the rat ; the rat began to gnaw the rope ; the rope began to hang the butcher ; the butcher began to kill the ox ; the ox began to drink the water ; the water began to quench the fire ; the fire began to burn the stick ; the stick began to beat the dog ; the dog began to bite the pig; the little pig in a fright jumped over the stile ; and so the old woman got home that night.
Page 35 - But the ox would not. She went a little further, and she met a butcher. So she said: "Butcher, butcher, kill ox! Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig ; STORY OF THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG 25 Pig won't get over the stile, And I shan't get home to-night.
Page 29 - SLEEP, baby, sleep ! Thy father watches the sheep, Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree, And down falls a little dream on thee ; Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, The fair moon is the shepherdess ; Sleep, baby, sleep...
Page 70 - What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away. Baby, sleep a little longer, Till the little limbs are stronger. If she sleeps a little longer, Baby too shall fly away.
Page 11 - White sheep, white sheep On a blue hill, When the wind stops You all stand still. When the wind blows You walk away slow White sheep, white sheep, Where do you go?
Page 70 - Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wines are stronger. So she rests a little longer Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Page 57 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, 'S3 Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...

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