12 SONGS FOR THE

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My little babe must never fret, |
And put himself in such a pet;
But play with his fingers and his toes,
And lie very still when mother goes.
Now sister is coming,
I hear her running
To see what the matter can be ;
She has heard the loud cries,
And away how she flies,
For a dear loving sister is she.

Our little boy must never fret,

And put himself in such a pet,

But give us kisses, one, two, three:

| Here, come! I’ll take you on my knee. |

| Now see your dear mother,

| And sister and brother, |

Who always are loving and true ; |
And when they ’re away, |
Lie still, laugh, and play,

They ‘Il soon come again back to you.