Sing-Song: Angels at the Foot

Angels at the foot,
And Angels at the head,
And like a curly little lamb
My pretty babe in bed.

Love me,—I love you

Love me,—I love you,
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing it as may be.

Mother’s arms under you

Mother’s arms under you,
Her eyes above you;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Love me,—I love you.

My baby has a father and a mother

My baby has a father and a mother,
Rich little baby!
Fatherless, motherless, I know another
Forlorn as may be:
Poor little baby!

“Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!”

“Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!”
Crows the cock before the morn
“Kikirikee! kikirikee!”
Roses in the east are born.

“Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!”
Early birds begin their singing;
“Kikirikee! kikirikee!”
The day, the day, the day is springing.

Baby cry—

Baby cry—
Oh fie!—
At the physic in the cup:
Gulp it twice
And gulp it thrice,
Baby gulp it up.

Eight o’clock

Eight o’clock;
The postman’s knock!
Five letters for Papa;
One for Lou,
And none for you,
And three for dear Mamma.

Bread and milk for breakfast

Bread and milk for breakfast,
And woollen frocks to wear,
And a crumb for robin redbreast
On the cold days of the year.

There’s snow on the fields

There’s snow on the fields,
And cold in the cottage,
While I sit in the chimney nook
Supping hot pottage.