62 SONGS FOR THE

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There, now it is morning, and time to get up ;

I'll crumb you a mess in my own china cup:

Awake, little baby, and open your eye,

For I think it’s high time to be done with bye
bye. |

SATURDAY NIGHT.

Now Dolly, my dear,

I pray you come here ;

The daylight has gone,

And work is all done:
I'll put you to bed, for to-morrow is Sunday,
And I shall not see you again until Monday.

You don’t want to go?_
But you ought to know
That it is but right ;
So, Dolly, good-night :
You must lie without noise or crying till Mon-
day,
For youknow we ought not to play on a Sunday.

MY DOLL.
I have a little doll,
I take care of her clothes ;
She has soft flaxen hair,
And her name is Rose.