The Mother's Nursery Songs

by Thomas Hastings

TOLL THE BELL.

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THE FUNERAL.

Toll the bell,
Toll the bell,
Ring the baby's knell;
Low with the dead
It must be laid.
Baby, farewell.

Toll the bell,
Toll the bell,
Ring the baby's knell;
Pale is its face,
And white its dress,
Baby, farewell.

Toll the bell,
Toll the bell,
Ring the baby's knell;
Slow from the hall
Moves the dark pall,
Baby, farewell.

Toll the bell,
Toll the bell,
Ring the baby's knell;
Now earth to earth
Neath the green turf,
Baby, farewell.

Toll the bell,
Toll the bell,
Ring the baby's knell;
Beyond the skies
Its spirit flies,
Baby, farewell.

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[PART III.]
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THE CLASS ROOM.

Songs of instruction are not always the most interesting with regard to taste: but there are occasional exceptions against this remark; nor does it apply with the same strictness in regard to young children that it does in reference to adults. Such songs should be associated with pleasant remarks and illustrations; and occasionally with such series of questions as may be suggested by the language which is sung. The songs in this department are adapted to children who have passed the period of prattling infancy.