“A pear for the queen and a peach for the king!”
And shake the old tree as we swing, we swing.
DOLLY GOING TO SLEEP
There, go to sleep, Dolly, in mother’s own lap;
I’ve put on your nightgown and neat little cap:
So sleep, pretty baby, and shut up your eye;
By-by, little Dolly, lie still and by-by.
Now I’ll lay my clean handkerchief over your head,
And then you may think that my lap is your bed;