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Page 36 - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
Page 100 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 71 - I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play...
Page 1 - How many deeds of kindness A little child may do, Although it has so little strength, And little wisdom too? It wants a loving spirit Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others by its love.
Page 80 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love : I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Page 58 - A MAN of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds...
Page 101 - For flowers that bloom about our feet, For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet, For song of bird and hum of bee, For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee. For blue of stream and blue of sky, For pleasant shade of branches high, For fragrant air and cooling breeze, For beauty of the blooming trees, Father in heaven, we thank Thee.
Page 50 - Buttercups and daisies, Oh ! the pretty flowers, Coming ere the spring-time To tell of sunny hours. While the trees are leafless, While the fields are bare, Buttercups and daisies Spring up here and there.
Page 87 - THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Page 39 - Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Up-stairs and down-stairs in his nightgown, Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, " Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock I" Since the crooked man lived where everything else was crooked perhaps he didn't mind being crooked.