Now Baby’s asleep, mamma can sew—
“Rock-a-by-baby—by-lo, by-lo!”
Baby’s asleep and Tommy can tell
Of the cat that was drown’d in the great big well.
“She had the weest, teentiest toes,
And the leastest speck of a blackish nose,
With great, great eyes”—“Coo, coo! coo, coo!”
Baby’s awake—and listening too!
HURRAH! HURRAH!
Hurrah for old winter, he’s coming at last!
The snow flakes are falling so thick and so fast!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
My skates I have mended, and painted my sled;
Now, boys, you will soon see this chap go ahead!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
I’ve jolly thick mittens, a brand-new fur cap;
Now, what does it matter if I get a rap?
Hurrah! Hurrah!
I’ve got such a secret! We’ve built us a fort!
But you must tell no one, ’twould spoil all our sport.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Jack, Clement, and Robbie, are garrison men,
And we can defend it against any ten.
Hurrah! Hurrah!