’t is of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars,
And the whistling wind from the west-nor’-west blew through the pitch-pine spars;
With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, she hung upon the gale;
On an autumn night we raised the light on the old Head of...
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In dat GREAT GITTIN’-UP MORNIN’ |
Sleep, little baby of mine, Shut, little sleepy blue eyes; |
“now I lay,”—repeat it, darling. “Down to sleep”—“To sleep,” she murmured, |
Twinkle, twinkle, little star; When the glorious sun is set, |
’t Is a lesson you should heed, Once or twice though you should fail, |
Old Master Brown brought his ferule down, |
Three children sliding on the ice Now, had these children been at home, |
When good King Arthur ruled the land, A bag-pudding the king did make, |
There was a monkey climbed up a tree, There was a crow sat on a stone, There was an old wife did eat an apple, There was... |