O—oh! O—oh!
Here we go,
Now so high,
Now so low;
Soon, soon,
We’ll reach the moon;
Hear us sing,
See us swing,
Up in the old oak-tree.
O—oh! O—oh!
To and fro,
Like the birds,
High and low;
See us fly
To the sky;
Hear us sing,
On the wing,
Up in the old oak-tree.
L. A. B. C.
SAILOR BABIES.
