And when they had eaten it, All so lovingly, They flew away again, Singing right merrily. These little robins, That live so happily, Teach many lessons Sweet and dear to me. How boys can harm them And be so cruel to them, And make them fear us so. I knew a robin once Who was so very tame, That in at the window Every day he came. From out of our hands His crumbs he would eat, And sing us a song On the window-seat. When spring came again, But he never forgot His snug winter nest, Nor to whistle a song For those he loved best. I will not fear, Through the dark night, As in the light; And while I sleep, Safe watch will keep. Why should I fear, When God is near? MY LITTLE PONY. Hop, hop, hop, nimble as a top, Over hill and valley bounding, With your clinking hoofs resounding: Hop, hop, hop, nimble as a top. Whoa! whoa whoa! how like fun you go: Stop, you nag, I tell you, tell you; If you don't, I'll surely sell you. Whoa whoa whoa! how like fun you go. Spare, spare, spare; sure enough, we're there; Very well, my little pony; Safe's our jaunt, though rough and stony: Spare, spare, spare; sure enough, we're there. Songs 5 Here, here, here; yes, my pony dear: Now with hay and oats I'll treat you, And with smiles will ever greet you, Pony dear, yes, my pony dear. WHAT I LIVE FOR. I'm not made for idle play, Busy I must be, and do What is right and useful too; But to God I still will pray, Thank you, pretty cow, that made Every day and every night, Warm and fresh, and sweet and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, |