FOLLOW ME.
Children go
To and fro,
In a merry, pretty row,
Footsteps light,
Faces bright;
’Tis a happy sight.
Swiftly turning round and round,
Never look upon the ground;
Follow me,
Full of glee,
Singing merrily.
Work is done,
Play’s begun;
Now we have our laugh and fun;
Happy days,
Pretty plays,
And no naughty ways.
Holding fast each other’s hand,
We’re a happy little band;
Follow me,
Full of glee,
Singing merrily.
Birds are free,
So are we;
And we live as happily.
Work we do,
Study too,
For we learn “Twice two;”
Then we laugh, and dance, and sing,
Gay as larks upon the wing;
Follow me,
Full of glee,
Singing merrily.
—Eliza Lee Follen.
To Make Your Candles Last.
To make your candles last for aye,
You wives and maids give ear-o!
To put ’em out’s the only way,
Says honest John Boldero.
Tommy Trot.
Tommy Trot, a man of law,
Sold his bed and lay upon straw;
Sold the straw and slept on grass;
To buy his wife a looking-glass.
There Were Two Blackbirds.
There were two blackbirds
Sitting on a hill,
The one named Jack,
She other named Jill;
Fly away, Jack!
Fly away, Jill!
Come again, Jack!
Come again, Jill!
There Was an Old Man.
There was an old man of Tobago,
Who lived on rice gruel and sago;
Till much to his bliss,
His physician said this,—
“To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go.”
Mary Had a Little Lamb.
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
He followed her to school one day;
That was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.
And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear.
Then he ran to her, and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said, “I’m not afraid—
You’ll keep me from all harm.”
“What makes the lamb love Mary so?”
The eager children cry.
“Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,”
The teacher did reply.
And you each gentle animal
In confidence may bind,
And make them follow at your will,
If you are only kind.
