Love-Songs of Childhood

Published by Good Press, 2019

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EAN 4057664611871

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THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

"BOOH!"

GARDEN AND CRADLE

THE NIGHT WIND

KISSING TIME

JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS

BEARD AND BABY

THE DINKEY BIRD

THE DRUM

THE DEAD BABE

THE HAPPY HOUSEHOLD

SO, SO, ROCK-A-BY SO!

THE SONG OF LUDDY-DUD

THE DUEL

GOOD-CHILDREN STREET

THE DELECTABLE BALLAD OF THE WALLER LOT

THE STORK

THE BOTTLE TREE

GOOGLY-GOO

THE BENCH-LEGGED FYCE

LITTLE MISS BRAG

THE HUMMING TOP

LADY BUTTON-EYES

THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE

THE BROOK

PICNIC-TIME

SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS

THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN

LITTLE-OH DEAR

THE FLY-AWAY HORSE

SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW

WHEN I WAS A BOY

AT PLAY

A VALENTINE

LITTLE ALL-ALONEY

SEEIN' THINGS

THE CUNNIN' LITTLE THING

THE DOLL'S WOOING

INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE

FISHERMAN JIM'S KIDS

"FIDDLE-DEE-DEE"

OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

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THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

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The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street
Comes stealing; comes creeping;
The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,
And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet—
She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,
When she findeth you sleeping!

There is one little dream of a beautiful drum—
"Rub-a-dub!" it goeth;
There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum,
And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come
Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum,
And a trumpet that bloweth!

And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams
With laughter and singing;
And boats go a-floating on silvery streams,
And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams,
And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams,
The fairies go winging!

Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet?
They'll come to you sleeping;
So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet,
For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street,
With poppies that hang from her head to her feet,
Comes stealing; comes creeping.

"BOOH!"

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On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,
And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,
In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,
And cautiously and quietly I move about the place;
Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view,
And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"!

Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared,
And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared;
And then his under lip came out and farther out it came,
Till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a "cruel shame"—
But now what does that same wee, toddling, lisping baby do
But laugh and kick his little heels when I say "Booh!"

He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then
In shrill, despotic treble bids me "do it all aden!"
And I—of course I do it; for, as his progenitor,
It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I am for!
And it is, oh, such fun I am sure that we shall rue
The time when we are both too old to play the game "Booh!"

GARDEN AND CRADLE

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When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,
Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;
The posies they are good to him,
And bow them as they should to him,
As fareth he upon his kingly way;
And birdlings of the wood to him
Make music, gentle music, all the day,
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden.

When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle,
Then the night it looketh ever sweetly down;
The little stars are kind to him,
The moon she hath a mind to him
And layeth on his head a golden crown;
And singeth then the wind to him
A song, the gentle song of Bethlem-town,
When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle.

THE NIGHT WIND

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Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?
'T is a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through and through
With a strange and speechless fear.
'T is the voice of the night that broods outside
When folk should be asleep,
And many and many's the time I've cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide
Over the land and the deep:
"Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?"
And the night would say in its ghostly way:
"Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!"

My mother told me long ago
(When I was a little tad)
That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad;
And then, when I was snug in bed,
Whither I had been sent,
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I'd think of what my mother'd said,
And wonder what boy she meant!
And "Who's been bad to-day?" I'd ask
Of the wind that hoarsely blew,
And the voice would say in its meaningful way:
"Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!"

That this was true I must allow—
You'll not believe it, though!
Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose you make the test;
Suppose, when you've been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
From mother and the rest—
Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?"
And then you'll hear what's true;
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:
"Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!"

KISSING TIME

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