Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 psl. |
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... go to my bed , And leave you to burn , While I lay down my heaɖ On my pillow to sleep , Till the morning light ; When you will be fading , And I shall be bright . LITTLE DOG . I'll never hurt a little dog , 18 SONGS FOR THE.
... go to my bed , And leave you to burn , While I lay down my heaɖ On my pillow to sleep , Till the morning light ; When you will be fading , And I shall be bright . LITTLE DOG . I'll never hurt a little dog , 18 SONGS FOR THE.
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... MORNING . Baby , baby , ope your eye , For the sun is in the sky , And he's peeping once again Through the clear , bright window - pane ; Little baby , do not keep Any longer fast asleep . POOR ROBIN . One winter's day the wind blew ...
... MORNING . Baby , baby , ope your eye , For the sun is in the sky , And he's peeping once again Through the clear , bright window - pane ; Little baby , do not keep Any longer fast asleep . POOR ROBIN . One winter's day the wind blew ...
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Mary O. Ward. THE CHILD IN THE MORNING . ; Now I wake and ope my eyes , For the sun is in the skies He has left his kingly bed , Clouds of gold and rosy red , And the earth is full of light Beaming from his eyes so bright . Little eyes ...
Mary O. Ward. THE CHILD IN THE MORNING . ; Now I wake and ope my eyes , For the sun is in the skies He has left his kingly bed , Clouds of gold and rosy red , And the earth is full of light Beaming from his eyes so bright . Little eyes ...
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... morning light Be up , and dressed so neatly . Then for a walk , and a pleasant talk About the birds and flowers ; And all the day , in work and play : We'll pass the happy hours . And then to bed , to rest the head , And sleep until the ...
... morning light Be up , and dressed so neatly . Then for a walk , and a pleasant talk About the birds and flowers ; And all the day , in work and play : We'll pass the happy hours . And then to bed , to rest the head , And sleep until the ...
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... her take my needles out , And make my work so bad ; But then if I would have her To see what she has done , I must be very gentle , While telling her the wrong . MORNING HYMN . The morning bright With rosy light Has LITTLE ONES AT HOME .
... her take my needles out , And make my work so bad ; But then if I would have her To see what she has done , I must be very gentle , While telling her the wrong . MORNING HYMN . The morning bright With rosy light Has LITTLE ONES AT HOME .
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AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY baby bells are ringing blessed bread bright brother busy bee Cherries are ripe chick-a-de-dee cold darling dear little dear mamma Dear Mary eyes father fear flowers friends gentle give glad glory Good-morning good-night happy happy land Hastings head hear heard heart heaven holy Hushaby Jesus Johnny Bell keep kind kiss kite light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl LITTLE PONY look Lord Mary merry mild moolly cow morning naughty ne'er nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant poor praise pray prayer pretty pretty thing rest Robert Reid robin round Sabbath Sabbath-day Saviour sing sister sleep smile snow soft soon sure sweet sweetly Taylor tell thee There's things thou to-day tree walk warm watch wings young
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