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_DIVE ME SUDAR_.

Papa, when you dive me tandy,
Dive me only white,--
'Tause there's poison in the tolored,
Which my health will blight;
But you better dive me sudar,
Let the tandy be,--
'Tause I shall not want so much,
And that is best for me.

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_'TAUSE I'M TROSS_

Mamma, 'tause I'm tross don't whip me;
I tan't help it, not a bit!
'Tis the tandy hurts my stomat,
And that mates me whine and fret.
Sometimes, too, I'm whipped for trossness
When the trossness tomes from meat; {35}
Thint how tiders drowl and drumble,
And then dive me food to eat
That will mate me well and happy,--
Wheat and oat-meal, rice and truit,
These will mate me dood and gentle,
'Stead of mating me a brute.

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THE NEW BOOK.

COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO,
A picture-book for you,--
Keep it nice, and in a trice
Sing Cock-a-doodle-doo.

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WHISKUM, WHISKUM.

Whiskum, whiskum, over the house,
Scud the cloudlets, still as a mouse;
Whiskum, whiskum, by-and-by
They'll pour rain-drops from the sky.

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_THE JACK-HORSE_.

We will ride our Jack-horse
All the meadows across;
Oh no, do not whip him,
But feed him, my dear!
A handful of grass
In his mouth as we pass,
Will make him trot gaily,
And give us good cheer!

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_HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE_.

HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE
Mother duck's in the middle,
Her baby-ducks swimming around;
With bills like a ladle,
And feet like a paddle,
No danger that they will be drowned

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_THE RAIN_.

Come, rain, come,
That the water may run,
That the meadow grass may grow;
That the fruit and grain
O'er hill and plain,
May greet us as we go.

Come, rain, come,
That the water may run,
That the mill may make our meal;--
'Twill grind our wheat,
And corn so sweet,
When it turns the old mill-wheel.

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_FEED THE BIRDIES_.

Feed the birdies, darling,
When the snow is here,
When there are no berries
On the bushes, dear;--
Scatter food out for them,
And they'll quickly come,
Hopping, singing, chirping
"Thank you for the crumb."

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_ROCK-A-BYE_.

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Our darling is ill,
Rock-a-bye, baby,
We'll soon have him well;--
Rock-a-bye, baby,
Don't tremble with fear,
For that tends to make
His