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Did you ever see our baby,
Tell you what,
In the lot.
Ab! she is our only darling,
And to me,
As can be ;
Sweet as she.
You don't think so never saw her ;
Wish you could
Think you would
If you could !
Every grandma's only darling,
As my rose;
Till life's close.
SONGS FOR MY CHILDREN.
Get up, little sister, the morning is bright,
By the side of their mothers, look! under the trees, How the young lambs are skipping about as they
please ; And by all those rings on the water I know The fishes are merrily swimming below.
The bee, I dare say, has been long on the wing,
The lark's singing gaily ; it loves the bright sun, And rejoices that now the gay spring has begun; For the spring is so cheerful, I think 'twould be
wrong If we did not feel happy to hear the lark's song.
Get up, for when all things are merry and glad
LADY FLORA HASTINGS.
WHITHER are these people walking ?
Dear mamma, I want to know;
Some alone and silent go :
Hark, my dear, the bells are ringing,
'Tis to church the people turn; Soon sweet psalms they will be singing,
Soon of Jesus' love they'll learn.