To-morrow is the Sabbath-day:
Come, bring to me your Noah’s ark,
Your pretty tinkling music cart;
Because, my love, you must not play,
But holy keep the Sabbath-day.
Bring here your German village, please,
With all its houses, gates, and trees;
Your waxen doll with eyes of blue,
And all her tea-things bright and new;
Because, you know, you must not play,