Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill; Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well; Rock-a-bye, baby, If cold don't relieve, Use hot and then cold, And then hot, you perceive. Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill; Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll see that his feet Are kept warm all the time, And his clothes dry and neat. {48} Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling was ill Rock-a-bye, baby, But now he is well; Rock-a-bye, baby, No drugs, not a dose! Yet he's over it finely, Just hear how he crows {49} _THE SNOWBALL_. Have ever you seen how a wee bit of snow, To a big bouncing ball, just by rolling, will grow? 'Tis thus our wee sins, children, let to roll on, Will grow big, bigger, biggest, till Satan has won. {50} _LITTLE BO-PEEP_. Co' Nan, co' Nan, says little Bo-peep, Co' Nan, co' Nan, up come the sheep; They jump the ditch and scale the wall, Where one sheep goes, they follow, all. Co' dea', co' dea', says little Bo-peep, Co' dea', co' dea', I'll shear my sheep; Their wool so fine will make my coat, My blankets and my hose to boot. {51} _THE TEA-PARTY_. Ah! little ones, I'm sure there's not A drop of tea in your weeny pot. For water bright and milk so pure, Alone will bring you health, be sure; And health is beauty, health is cheer, Health is happiness so dear. {52} _TELL IT AGAIN, MOTHER_. "Tell it again, Mother, Tell it again,"-- No matter what story she told We children, would cry, In the days gone by. Before our years were old. "Tell it again, Mother, Tell it again,"-- No matter how weary and worn. For we children knew naught Of the care we brought, Before our sense was born. {53} "Tell it again, Mother, Tell it again,"-- And she, patient, and kind, and wise, The tale would repeat, Or the song so sweet, And 'twas ever a glad surprise. "Tell it again, Mother, Tell it again,"-- Ah! you children, when children no more, Will go back to the days Of sweet babyhood lays, And Mother's sage sayings con o'er. {54} _LITTLE JACK HORNER_. LITTLE JACK HORNER Sat in the corner, Eating a morsel of nice brown bread; "Have some pie, or some cake?" "Nay, not I," with a shake And a toss of his wise little head. "For this bread will make bone, And white teeth like a stone, That will neither grow soft nor decay; But rich cake and rich pie Sure will break, bye and bye, My good health, and that never will pay." {55} _LITTLE BOY BLUE_. "Little Boy Blue, may I go with you now?" "Yes, down to the pasture to drive up the cow." "Little boy blue, what then may I have?" A nice cup of milk as ever cow gave. "Little boy blue, the milk must be set;" "Yes, for 'tis thus the nice cream we shall get."