The Cunnin Little Thing

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!