Lazy Lou, Lazy Lou,
What's the matter, child, with you?
Can't you work? Can't you play?
Can't you tuck your hair away?
If I were you, my Lazy Lou,
I'd change my ways. That's what I'd do.
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UP in the morning early—
Hi for my baby sweet!
Here's a gown for his body,
Here are shoes for his feet.
And here is his snowy tucker
Tied with ribbons fair,
And here is his little mammy
To curl his bonny hair.
Here is his little bath-tub,
And here is his little sponge,
Before the gown and the curling
My baby shall have a plunge.
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Pins in the carpet, tacks in the floor,
Needles in the drugget, wind through the door,
Fire in the fender! Oh, it beats all!
There isn't a place where our baby can crawl.
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