SONGS FOR THE

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Then o’er the snow
How fast he ’ll go,
Giving his sisters a ride ;
They ‘ll run about,
And caper and shout,
And down the hill they will slide.

 

THE MEDDLESOME CHILD.

Matilda was a pleasant child,
But one bad trick she had,

That e’en when all around her smiled,
Oft made her friends feel sad.

Sometimes she’d lift the teapot-lid,
To peep at what was in it;

Or tilt the kettle, if you did
But turn your head a minute.

As grandmamma went out one day,
Her snuff-box and her specs

She down upon the table lay,
Forgetting Tilly’s tricks.

Immediately upon her nose
She placed the glasses wide,
Then looking round, as I suppose,
The snuff-box too she spied.

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