Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 sider |
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... door , This morn I found a Dolly poor . Once she was new , And pretty too , With cloak and hat , and frock and shoe . But Oh , dear me , A sight to see Has that same Dolly come to be . Her clothes all worn , And soiled and torn ; Alas ...
... door , This morn I found a Dolly poor . Once she was new , And pretty too , With cloak and hat , and frock and shoe . But Oh , dear me , A sight to see Has that same Dolly come to be . Her clothes all worn , And soiled and torn ; Alas ...
Side 57
... door , And hide from the snow and the rain . We've clean beds to sleep on , and water to drink , And things very nice for your food ; Come , come , pretty robin , O how can you think To fly off again in the wood ? The bird will not ...
... door , And hide from the snow and the rain . We've clean beds to sleep on , and water to drink , And things very nice for your food ; Come , come , pretty robin , O how can you think To fly off again in the wood ? The bird will not ...
Side 63
... ringing ; The brook is babbling , The geese are gabbling ; The pigs are squeaking , The barn - door creaking ; Sally is churning , The grindstone turning ; John is sawing , Willie hurrahing ; The peacock screeching LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 63.
... ringing ; The brook is babbling , The geese are gabbling ; The pigs are squeaking , The barn - door creaking ; Sally is churning , The grindstone turning ; John is sawing , Willie hurrahing ; The peacock screeching LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 63.
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... door : Throw out crumbs , and scatter seed , Let the hungry chickens feed . Call them ; now how fast they run , Gladly , quickly , every one ; Eager , busy hen and chick , Every little morsel pick : See the hen with callow brood , To ...
... door : Throw out crumbs , and scatter seed , Let the hungry chickens feed . Call them ; now how fast they run , Gladly , quickly , every one ; Eager , busy hen and chick , Every little morsel pick : See the hen with callow brood , To ...
Side 85
... door ; He asks us for trash , And gives us the cash , And with that we can help the poor . So I'll make some bags , To save all the rags That are scattered about on the floor ; For mother has said , That every thread Will help to buy ...
... door ; He asks us for trash , And gives us the cash , And with that we can help the poor . So I'll make some bags , To save all the rags That are scattered about on the floor ; For mother has said , That every thread Will help to buy ...
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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 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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Side 141 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Side 142 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Side 269 - Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form. • The flames rolled on — he would not go, Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.
Side 211 - Let my sins be all forgiven, Bless the friends I love so well ; Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.
Side 271 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame ; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear ; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Side 109 - In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Side 272 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Side 269 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form. The...
Side 258 - To do to others as I would That they should -do to me ; Will make me honest, kind and good As children ought to be.
Side 142 - My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. "And often, after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay Till God released her of her pain, And then she went away.