152 SONGS FOR THE

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O, how much better ’t would appear,

To see you shed a humble tear,

And then to hear you meekly say,
“T ll not do so another day.”

TEMPER.

 
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
    
    
 
 
    
   
   
   
   
 

Bad temper, go,
You never shall stay with me;
Bad temper, go,
You and I shall never agree.
For I will always kind and mild
And gentle pray to be,
And do to others as I wish
That they should do to me.
Temper bad
With me shall never stay ;.
Temper bad
Can never be happy and gay.

 
 

OF WHAT ARE YOUR CLOTHES MADE?

Come here to mamma, and I'll tell you, dear
boy—
For I think you never have guessed—
How many poor animals we must employ
Before little George can be dressed.