Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 psl. |
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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 David Paton dear little dear mamma 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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