Oh, put me in my bed, Mamma,
When chickens go to rest,
For I'm your little chick-a-dee,
So put me in my nest.
Yes, when the birds forget to sing,
And lambs forget to play,
You'll put your birdy in his nest,
Your lamb you'll fold away.
DIVE ME SUDAR.
Papa, when you dive me tandy,
Dive me only white,--
'Tause there's poison in the tolored,
Which my health will blight;
But you better dive me sudar,
Let the tandy be,--
'Tause I shall not want so much,
And that is best for me.
'TAUSE I'M TROSS
Mamma, 'tause I'm tross don't whip me;
I tan't help it, not a bit!
'Tis the tandy hurts my stomat,
And that mates me whine and fret.
Sometimes, too, I'm whipped for trossness
When the trossness tomes from meat; [{35}] Thint how tiders drowl and drumble,
And then dive me food to eat
That will mate me well and happy,--
Wheat and oat-meal, rice and truit,
These will mate me dood and gentle,
'Stead of mating me a brute.