Fast asleep lies little May
With dolly on her breast,
Tread gently as you come away,
And don’t disturb her rest.
Her little soul it knows no fear,
No thought of sin or sorrow,
And God will take good care of her
Until she wakes to-morrow.
Fanny loves,
Her pretty doves,
Fan, and Puff, and Plum,
Cream and Brown,
They flutter down,
And all around her come.
Coo, coo,
How d’ye do?
Quite well, thank you, how are you?
Those rude little boys,
They do nothing but stare,
As I ride through the snow
In my pretty sledge chair.
My muff and my bonnet,
They eye them all o’er,
As though they had not seen
A lady before.
Jack has pulled a tooth out,
What a clever boy!
He shall have a sixpence,
Or a nice new toy.
Without doctor helping
He loosened it so well,
When he gave a great tug,
On the ground it fell.
Maggie put it in the drawer,
And when papa comes back,
We’ll show it him, and he will say,
“What a brave boy is Jack!”