SONGS FOR THE

 

   

WM

Mit

hi
LU

  

| ~ BABY.
| “What is this pretty little thing,
| That nurse so carefully doth bring,
| And round its head a blanket fling?
A baby!
“ Oh dear, how very soft its cheek ;
Why nurse, I cannot make it speak,
And it can’t walk, it is so weak.
A baby!
“Oh, I’m afraid that it will die ;
Why can’t it eat as well as I,
And jump, and talk? Do let it try.
Poor baby!”