In the Nursery: Happy Hours for the Little Ones

by Anonymous

BUT-TER-CUP, THE BOS-SY.

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The lit-tle new bos-sy is so red,

Al-most the col-or of a clo-ver-head!

Lit-tle red But-ter-cup, lit-tle red But-ter-cup—

This is the path she will come up.

Here we'll wait at the mead-ow gate

For half an hour, at an-y rate,

Till, kling-i-ty-kling, the cow-bells ring,

And we catch a glimpse of the pret-ty thing.

From the top-most bar, for ev-er so far,

We see to the green field where they are;

O, But-ter-cup, But-ter-cup, lit-tle red But-ter-cup!

This is the path she will come up.