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When baby wakes of mornings,
Then it's wake, ye people all!
For another
Of song and
Has come at our darling's call!
And, till she gets her dinner,
She makes the welkin ring,
And she won't keep still till she's had her fill -The cunnin' little thing!
When baby goes a-walking,
Oh, how her paddies fly!
For that's the
The babies
To other folk "by-by";
The trees bend down to kiss her,
And the birds in rapture sing,
As there she stands and waves her hands -The cunnin' little thing!
When baby goes
In her bed at close of day,
At
On her dainty
The dreams and the dimples play;
Then it's sleep in the tender
The guardian angels
From the Far Above to my sweetest love -You cunnin' little thing!
Eugene Field
Eugene Field Sr. (September 2, 1850 – November 4, 1895) was an American writer, best known for his children's poetry and humorous essays. He was
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