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Kid's Music

Our Kenneth
Written for our pet, as indicative of what he should be but...

What Is The Axis?
Now you ask, "What is the Axis?" With an apple I wil...

Don't Tell A Lie
Don't tell a lie, dear children, No matter what you ...

Ask Mother
Yes, my darling, when you question, I will answer, s...

The Meadow Quails
Over in the meadow where the men make hay, In an elm-t...

Pat-a-cake Pat-a-cake
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Mamma's boy, Laughing and...

Wholly Hole-y
SEVEN million little openings, God has made upon y...

The New Book
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO, A picture-book for you,-- Keep i...

The Children's Railroad
Old Time has built a Railroad, On which you children...

Toss The Baby
Toss the baby high in air; Catch him though, with spec...

Bye-baby-bunting
BYE-BABY-BUNTING, The Indians live by hunting, And ...

The Raccoon
Come, child, and see our pet Raccoon,-- The Raccoons l...

Heat And Cold
Our earth has a North Pole, Where 'tis very cold; ...

Nelly And Ned
"I'M twelve years old to-day," says Ned, "And wish I...

Limpy-dimpy-dingle
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid would stray To the trap...

The Busy Bees
Why do the little busy bees So dearly love their que...

'tause I'm Tross
Mamma, 'tause I'm tross don't whip me; I tan't help ...

The Bear A Blessing
To people of Kamtschatka, The bear a blessing proves...

Grandma's Canary
Grandma loves her birdy, And when he gaily sings, ...

The Little Street-sweeper
Look at that little girl sweeping the crossing; See ho...


Winkum Winkum









Winkum, winkum, shut your eye,
Sweet, my baby, lullaby;
For the dew is falling soft,
Lights are flickering up aloft,
And the head-light's peeping over
Yonder hill-top capped with clover;
Chickens long have gone to rest,
Birds lie snug within their nest,
And my birdie soon will be
Sleeping with the chick-a-dee,
For with only half a try,
Winkum, winkum, shuts her eye.





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